Once again the mighty hunter (me) has returned to his home abode with no elk skin to hang on the wall or meat for the larder for the winter.
I knew that this year was going to be a tough one since I put in for a area that is known to be a rough hunt unless there is 2' of snow up high and it didn't surprise me. I left the opening weekend for all the nimrods that couldn't get out during the week and set sail on Monday morning. With no snow on the ground I figured that I was on a futile search for the whiley wapiti. I did manage to find a couple of nice bucks but no tag so on I went. Then came the snow, not a lot of it just enough to entice me into thinking that I just might be successful but still doubtful. I did see where a couple of elk had crossed the road in the thick cedars but knew better than even trying to follow since the snow never made it to the ground in the trees.
Thursday found me glassing up onto the private property up the hill when I spotted a small herd of elk sticking their tongs out at me in defiance, I could just hear them talking about me. Then that after noon I spotted two hunters up on the same hill and the more that I looked I could swear that they were cutting up a elk. I had seen their truck earlier in the day but never even thought that there would be a hunter up on the private in this area. On my way out I was stopped by a employee of the Colorado Parks and Wildlife who has a county Sheriff as a passenger headed to the area that the truck was parked at. They just checked me out and asked a lot of questions pertaining to the private property and then left me in a hurry as they headed towards where the truck was parked. I am still wondering if someone had reported the two hunters and that is why the long arm of the law was headed that way. I'll have to use my connections in a few days and see just what was going on.
Well, back to my story. Friday and Saturday found me still watching some elk up on the private property so I headed up a hill that a friend of mine and me call the "Death Hill" The road up it was steep and slick and for the first time I wished that my 4 wheeler had a set of chains for it but I got to the top of the hill. The private property was only about 200 yards to the south of me but I started to hike that way. Just as I came out of a group of trees where I could see the fence I also saw about 20 elk jumping the fence in front of me, I was too late. For some reason they ran a little ways into a clearing and turned around and stuck their tongs out at me and gave me the raspberry, or at least I think that is what they did. So back to my wheeler and down the slickest road that I have been on for a while, to my truck and home.
Now for the sort of part of the story. This morning it was so nice that I grabbed my fishing pole, called a friend and headed to the pond for a fish dinner, not as good as elk tenderloins but it will do