For the Day 5 afternoon hunt, I head back up the slope to the top, to an area about a 1/4 mile west of the spooked elk herd. Unless they vacated the terrain, it looks like there was a finger of timber that extended up into the talus that they may have re-bedded in. If so, I figure it’s 50/50 they work my way in the afternoon. Good enough odds for me. After working up about 1/2 way with the wind at my back, I pause until about 5:30 pm for the wind to slacken before getting near my final location. I work through a small burn full of elk tracks and finally get to the talus base once more. I stand at a point where three draws come together, with great shot lanes in all directions. I’m pumped… but, and I’ll save any
drama, the elk aren’t. Nothing stirs or bugles into darkness. Bummer. Day 5 is over.
On the way back down by headlamp, I contemplate whether I am going to hunt a day 6 or head home. Realistically, I am pretty tired and concerned that if I get an elk on the last possible day, I could be in for a world of hurt, a late arrival home, issues at work, etc. But it also feels pretty lame to come
all this way, get on good elk, and pull up short without trying one last time. With a partner I would definitely stay. By myself, I come to the conclusion that I have already had a great hunt, great encounters, learned some new areas, and am safe and in one piece still - AND I didn’t even have to pack meat for 2 days, LOL. Ultimately, I am already recharged and fulfilled by this quick
adventure, and decide that the elk will be there for me next year.
Besides… I just may have a little side trip I have been meaning to make on the way home. A place I have not been back to in 23 years. So off I go driving into the night.