Well, the bison have won another round. I am not sure I will get a chance to come back down before season ends on the 15th. I could not have hunted any harder the last three days. So much for doctors orders to rest my knee for six weeks. Guess that six weeks starts tomorrow.
I hiked to the most likely spot they would have crossed the river and onto the refuge, based on where I saw them last night before dark. No luck. An inch of fresh snow revealed no tracks in my headlamp this morning. After a long dark hike, I headed back to the truck and then went to the far east boundary and climbed some ridges that might allow for some sightings. By the time I got there, it was a complete whiteout of snow. I hiked back to the truck and waited it out for a while, only to realize that I was probably out of luck.
I guess I should not be surprised. This has been our most difficult season in the field in the eight years of filming, by a huge margin. In most years of working this hard and abusing our bodies and equipment, we would have filled every tag and done so by taking some true whoppers. Not the case this year. When it could go wrong, it went wrong. When we worked our butts off, opportunities were still scarce. Add in a few camera problems, some schedule issues that forced us to be in some areas at less than optimal times, along with big doses of bad luck and you eventually start to wonder if you were just unusually lucky the prior seven seasons.
Wish it was different, but it's not. There are times I probably could have made a better decision. Times I probably could have pushed us harder. Some events where I could have set us up for a better approach.
After four straight months of hunting this hard and living on the road, your mind does start to wander and you are not at the top of your game. Not an excuse, just a reality. I guess that is the challenge; to keep your mind sharp all 100 days, no matter how much sleep you've missed, how poor your diet, how many work tasks are distracting you, and how much burden you know you have placed on your wife who is handling the load while you are gone.
I had planned to hunt wolves really hard this winter. Right now, I think I will take the rest of the month off and see how I feel about that in February.
I know we started a thread last summer about "How old is too old." Not sure I know that answer, as we all have different conditions imposing their will against us. Having just turned 51, I do wonder how many more 100-day seasons my mind and body are willing to handle. But, if it is like all other seasons, after a few weeks rest, I will again be grinding at the bit to apply for tags and start planning another year of telling the public land hunting story.
Wish I had a bison to show you, but I don't. Thanks for following along.