Well, we hunted hard again for all of the 9 days we had to hunt our elk. We managed to spook up a couple branched antlers and a handful of cows, but no spikes. The weather was actually not too bad, and the food was, as usual, lotsa and good. Even so, I managed to lose about 10 lbs over the long week. The first part of the week is always a killer, but by mid week I had my old sea legs back.
Sure was some beautiful views. It was nice just sitting around the campfire at night staring at the flames and talking to my buddies (nature's tv is a good campfire, I can stare at it for hours and not lose interest). Standing amidst the trees without moving around and talking, waiting for the elk to show up, or humping over hill and dale through deadfalls, clearcuts, doghair and rockslides looking to intercept one on the move, it was all good, and the best therapy my spirit could have. No one got an animal again this year, but in the end it really doesn't matter that much, not that I wouldn't enjoy a good elk steak or two tonight, but I do have some venison jerky I brought for a snack today, so it ain't too much a loss, you know.