So it begins. Sort of.
Lest I be called a fraud having invented this tale of indifference, I have the bona fides and the proof. How many of you would sleep in on opening morning of AZ elk? You have to have real commitment to the cause of not caring to pull that off. I own this!
A little back-fill... Following my evening post, I did hear a couple of bugles down in a canyon, and then again a single bugle back at camp. The bugle at camp was answered by a supremely pissed off moo cow or bull that then brayed in return before circling my camp in the dark, breaking every branch and limb it could, and all the while making all of the most ominous huffing and snorting a 3/4 ton lb bovine could muster. If I didn't KNOW what it was, it could have been unsettling. Even knowing, it was a question mark about what this thing's intentions were. Finally it left me alone.
My dinner was appropriatly half assed. Cold Manhattan clam chowder from the can, a tin of kippers, and some cheese crackers. Then into bed. I woke to bright daylight. It was perfect since I was stressed out about the idea I might have to kill and pack an elk straight off. Well I fixed that problem.
Currently on a shake-out hike just to try to find my lost predatory instincts, strengthen the ankles and get used to the pack. One rabbit seen. One little fence lizard (or similar species) caught to look at for fun. One native flint knapping spot found. It is gorgeous here. Every square foot. As an occassional professional botanist, it is heavenly. Wildflowers everywhere. Interesting shrubs I don't know. It is reason alone to make this trip and a hell of lot easier than elk hunting!