One of my main elk camp spots, including this years future one with Enrique, is on the Crook trail.
One year, I think '92, we were camped and guy rode in on a horse. Rode right up to the table we were sitting at. I said hello. He looked down and started in on how we were camped on a restricted historic trail.
I politely informed him he was mistaken on the restriction.
He was all mountain man outfitted and out to experience the trail as it should be experienced.
Finally we ignored him and he sat there expecting us to leave. My buddies had enough but I stayed polite, explained his mistake again and suggested he remove himself from our table and camp.
He got demanding and my buddy got up threatening. He rode out but came back taking pictures of our camp. My buddy picked up a big rock and spooked his horse away with him on it.
He had a gun in his scabbard and of course we had plenty, but he finally got the hint and left.
I'll give him this, the next day he rode back through, apologized to me the level headed one, said he was wrong and rode off.
Kent
