Day 2 (Sunday) turned out to be a bit of a goat rodeo. We got up super early to get into a roadless area that should hold elk and keep them feeling safe. We got up even earlier, got to our intended side of the road "trailhead" and got out to a bitter cold and brutal climb. Straight up a knoll we went in the pitch black and freezing cold. About 3/4 of the way up to our intended level, we start seeing tracks everywhere. granted they are big bull tracks and not the tracks of a herd on the move, but they are criss crossing everywhere and some are incredibly fresh and the oldest are no more than 3 days old. So it puts a little pep in our step and we get up to our area and spread out our forces. the father and son took the thermal advantage side of the saddle and glassed that. the family friend took a spot further up the hill and I parked myself amongst a ton of deadfall with the coming sunrise as my back at the edge of the timber, using the thermals to my advantage. For lack of a better term, it felt really "elky". Between the tracks, the layout of our squad and the thermals, it was dialed in right - we just needed our dancing partner, the cow elk.
Wish I had taken a better angle of these tracks, they looked smaller than they really were. Followed them for bit before they hit the dark timber and decided against going full bore into the woods. Working on this patience thing. So we spent a good 6 hours in this location, we moved twice to a different saddle that overlooked a meadow with a still (barely) running river and a ton of grasses. Aka what one would expect to be cow heaven. Still nothing. More tracks, more good habitat, no elk. Trying not to be discouraged, we agreed to head back to the car around noon - the little guy was not feeling so hot - and so we hiked the drainage and river basin out. Surprisingly, not a lot of tracks to and from the water source, which surprised me. And it was at this point that the day started going sideways. First I slipped on a snow covered rock that I never saw and as I came down, cut the hand that broke my fall open on a sharp, also snow covered rock. Not a big deal, a little clean river water and a bandage later and we are good to go. We get back to the car and get loaded up and head up the pass a little further to do some truck hunting - the little guy is feeling like crap and we already have 6 miles and a lot of vertical gain under our belt by noonish. We get to a road that looks promising on the map, but should have known there might be a closed gate as there were no tracks in the 6 inches of snow that lay there. We drove up and of course gate closed. so we back out of of there for a mile and decide to head to a different spot.
We get to the road we want to climb and all looks good - looks like every other road we have driven this weekend: covered in snow, a little steep and fun drops offs on at least one side. So we start to climb, but this road is given us more trouble that before. And finally we get to a point where all of us are saying it would be best to call it and get out of her before it gets really squirrelly. so we back out and start to slide, and end up half off the road. and sometime during when we dug out the rig, and safely got it back in the tracks - with a now sick 9 year old in the car - the father lost his phone. Which also had all his ID and cards in it too. But we don't realize that until we are back down to a safe spot with the rig. So then we hike back up to dig out spot and go through all the snow. 45 mins of searching and sifting and nothing. He finally says F it and we leave. But we have now lost the entire afternoon, a phone, a wallet and the health of the little one.
We get back to the house and my wife informs me that our little one is not feeling so good too. So now we've got two sick kids and let's just say that made for a fun night. Going on about 4 hours of sleep right now, about to drive the girls up and over the pass and then back again to tackle afternoon hunting.
I am solo from here on out and after everything from this weekend, I am extremely optimistic about the possibilities of punching at least one tag and extremely cautious about what roads to pick moving forward as its snowing now. The good news is that the spot I believe might be holding elk is just an easy drive and a crappy hike away. So I'll be back there again tomorrow for sure.