I have spent most of September, hunting elk in Grizzly country. There is an eerie feeling knowing that something that could kill and eat you is lurking around in the same woods. We found a dead elk, wounded by another hunter.
Yes, he is out there...
Ran into that exact situation the one year that I archery hunted out there. Came across a dead bull so we baled out of there. Several days later like a dope I went back in that general area because that’s where the elk were and I forgot about that dead bull. The wind was blowing in the direction of the dead animal and sure enough something came crashing through the timber and passed 50 yards above us and kept going. Went over to the dead elk and it all covered up. Got the hell out of that drainage and stayed out.
