The bull elk bugled and raged around on the bench above as I approached in the predawn gloom. I knew the herd’s routine, and also knew I could never catch them as they worked up the mountain to a thick deadfall bedding area. My only option was to get ahead of them and be ready when the morning thermal switched uphill. I could intercept them then, with the right wind. But to do so required nearly a two mile hike through brutal deadfall timber on the opposite side of the ridge, or a three mile ride around the bottom and...
Oct 19, 2020