The elk have moved out of the high country and into the thick and dense low lands. The bulls are grouping up and have quit bugling. My sight and sound advantage has been taken away. A positive attitude and the liklihood of snow are all I’ve got now.
This year I’ve been blessed with drawing a limited entry elk permit in a unit with high potential for big bulls. I am able to archery hunt AND rifle hunt. Previous years I’ve only been allowed to archery hunt. Last September, I was fortunate enough to take a beautiful six point bull the third week of the bow season, in this unit. My success left me optimistic about this fall’s opportunities. So far, that opportunity has been just out of reach.
Elk season started off with me walking up on another archer’s kill that was never recovered. The meat was too far gone by the time I found him. I left the bull hoping that the hunter would eventually find him and punch out their tag.
I hunted the low country the first two weeks of the season with a few chances on smaller bulls. The rut was slow to start so I switched tactics and pursued a large whitetail on nearby creek bottom.
Although I had this deer patterned quite well, I struggled to sit in the blind more than 4 or 5 hunts. The mountains were calling, the elk had begun bugling, and I answered.
Co-worker, Kyle Christenson and I spent the next three weeks glassing and stalking bulls in both the high and low country.
Our last evening hunting together in the bow season, while sprinting to cut off a good six point, I was stopped dead in my tracks by the sound of a very dominant bull. Not 300 yards behind us, on an open hillside stood the largest elk I have ever seen on public land. With shooting light quickly fading and no way to put a stock on this bull, I sat and admired the creature through my binoculars while Kyle put a sneak on the six point. The final weeks of the season were focused on that elk in hopes that I could get a shot or pin point his whereabouts come rifle season.
Bow season passed on by as fast as it came. My high expectations for the rifle opener were shut down as we never saw an elk. The huge bull I saw late in the archery season, along with his companions, had all moved out of the mountains to their winter range. Their winter range is dense low country timber. I will have to get in close to get a shot. My rifle gives me little advantage.
A recent snow storm dropped a few inches of snow in the unit I’ve been hunting. I tracked five different bulls in one day. With luck, La Nina will provide more tracking snow and more opportunities.