Maybe 8 or 10 years ago, a young guy in our church heard about a herd of elk hanging out around a high elevation lake. It was in a hellish place but he went in alone and got a nice bull. It took him several days to pack it out. On 1 trip, he'd seen a helicopter flying nearby. After he got home, he got a call from the IDFG. It was them in the chopper and they'd seen him hauling it out and got his license number from his pickup at the trail head. They called to congratulate him on his success. They said they'd been watching that herd for a long time and he was the 1st hunter they'd seen with the gonads to go after them. He said later that there was no way that he'd ever go in there again.
