I guess finding enough cell to write about this hunt helps me to decompress when negative stuff happens. I just need the rut activity to increase and it will make everything better.It's maddening, I know. That crap happened to me half a dozen times on my Utah OTC spike hunt.
I'm enjoying your narrative. Keep it coming and thanks for the follow along.
Public land has no rules re fair play. You get to see the same array of good and unfortunate characteristics of the general population when encountering hunters. Sorry a chunk of your plans and your day got screwed up. Do know that you are the guy I never minded sharing a camp with since you obviously pull your own weight and want to see other people have space as well. I have a family member that can't help himself when it comes to accumulating money so ethics are compromised at the expense of other family members and society. Is just the hand of cards we get dealt and is sad to see though the consequences ripple though his life. I will think good thoughts that you get extra good luck on this and upcoming hunts.Just a quick update for day 3 as it was pretty limited on elk encounters. Dad wanted to sleep in this morning after he walked 9 miles on day 1 and then 8.5 on day 2. I left camp at about 4:30pm and started the drive to the morning destination where we had hunted the prior two mornings. I got my stuff on started hiking. About a half mile in to my walk, it appeared there was a set of headlights heading my direction. I was hoping they would see my truck parked and turn back, but that wasn’t the case. I watched their headlights pass my pickup and then continue down the old worn out sandy two track. As the pickup got closer, I figured they would see my headlamp and turn around. Unfortunately they did not and they kept coming towards me and proceeded to pull up next to me about a mile from my where I had parked. The passenger rolled down his window and asked me the direction I was planning to hunt. I told them I was going to continue to the north. The driver assured me that they were going to park a few hundred yards up and proceed to the west. They had already drove past several bugling bulls and mewing cows. It wasn’t the best case scenario, but at least I knew there were 4-5 bulls bugling another mile to the north so I continued on in the dust trail of the Ford pickup from Oklahoma. I was nearing a large meadow that I would have to cross and pleased to hear at least three throaty bulls bugling ahead of me. The wind was great and I pushed on before the sun came up over the hill. Just as I started to cross the meadow, I look to my right and those two gentleman from white Ford pickup were standing just 40 yards away. They hadn’t walked to the west, but instead decided to walk to the north where we agreed I was going. I was a little upset as the younger guy told me they were going to cross the meadow and go after the bulls. I didn’t have anything good to say so I bit my lip and retreated two miles back to the truck. It was just one of those crappy mornings that happen every once in awhile. Hopefully everything is positive from here on out.
The evening hunt was fairly uneventful. I got a hundred mosquito bites and the elk didn’t move to the water until after dark. Kinda was par for the course considering how the morning hunt started.