This joker is a hard huntin fugger.
He death marched me into the ground and then he would stop and do push ups while I tried to get enough Oxygen to pick up something to throw at him ......No Joke.
I didnt expect it to be so tough a hunt since im not in too bad of shape.
The first day we got up 3 hours before daylight to start the marching. I followed along behind him for 2 hours and 20 minutes in the dark and then another hour after we could turn off the flashlights. I'm pretty sure there is nowhere we went in that was not WAY Uphill. We got to "X" about 8am and sat down to watch and glass and Moosie instantly spotted a buck across the canyon
COOL Great start
I just tried to get the chill off and removed the ice from my mustache.
In just a bit, a bunch of elk began pouring into the canyon and we cow called a bit and they came by pretty darn close ....no bulls though...but still a great beginning to a memorable hunt.
Being a flatlander, I thought I was in pretty good shape for this but that country is fuggin tough. Later in the week, we went higher and farther in. I checked the altitude on my gps and it showed 2200 feet in the first couple of hours .....much of that was with me crawling on my hands and knees (ask elkgunner, it seemed more like mountain climbing, except with snow)
Ole Moosie can sure find the elk though
of course, if you cover THAT much ground, you are bound to come across a few
But he has obviously done his time to the habits of those MOUNTAIN ELK!
I'm almost rested up now (and caught up at work) so I'll post some pics shortly.
It was an AWESOME hunt and I had a blast but it was sure nice to get back here and put shorts on