Backpack Elk, Deer, Deer Hunt - 10/29/18
I woke up at 2 am, on the road with coffee by 2:15.
Flight at 5:15, arrive at 9:00 MT. Picked up by Kevin T, then off to shoot rifles and do finish packing.
That afternoon we hiked in 3 miles and up 2500 or so feet to get to our camp, which is as high as you can go in this spot at 10,600 or so.
Hiking in we glassed a herd of 30 or so elk, with bulls bugling like crazy. Other hunters were glassing them as well, which got us strategizing for the next morning.
We had a bit of a snafu on water, not being able to find the secret seep we were depending on in the dark with 8" of snow...so we stayed up later than expected melting snow to get enough water for the next day. I was a tired puppy when we finally turned in.
It was high teens or low twenties the next morning, but you couldn't tell it in our tent with the stove cranked. It is so nice to wake up, warm up, drink coffee, and walk 100 yards from camp to start hunting, knowing that the other unlucky ones have been hiking in the dark for two hours to get where you are.
Starting on a short ridge not far from camp, I glassed and listened. A few minutes after first light I heard elk sounds behind me and lower, but I thought the guys from the camp below might be doing a calling set. I held still. More sounds, sticks breaking....finally a CRACK like a ball bat. It's got to be elk, they're the only thing that noisy. I hustle off the ridge and toward a hidden meadow, gaining vert to open up a lane through the aspens. I arrive just in time to see the lead cow coming out of the trees. A legal bull is third in line.
I think the hunters down lower may have bumped the herd, and we being higher were on the escape route. Shots were popping off that morning, and all elk had vacated the area by 9 am. I was lucky to fill my tag.
The rest of the day consisted of butchering and packing out, and drinking snowmelt water (with some added flavor).
The alarm blared all too early. We were now the unlucky ones who had to rise at 4:00 in order to climb through the muck and cold to arrive in the hunting area by daybreak.
Breakfast of Champions (and elk hunters)
The day was spent glassing does and fawns, then bumping into a herd of 6-10 smaller bucks at a higher elevation. Back at camp for midday, then a nap. The lack of sleep was catching up with me and I felt pretty ragged. Kevin made plans for a big loop that afternoon to try and fill his buck tag, but I was much less ambitious. I went back to the short ridge near camp to glass and rest up a bit so I could hit it hard the following morning.
From the ridge I slipped down to try and find my rifle brass from shooting the elk, went to look at my carcass to see if a bear had been on it, then decided to still hunt the lower edge of the meadow until dark. Basically just messing around, nothing too serious.
Very slowly stepping, glassing, stepping, glassing, I spotted a buck 130 yards or so downhill in the aspens. I was between steps with my left foot almost off the ground when I brought the binos up and instantly knew I'd be happy with this buck. Problem was he spotted my movement and pinned me.
Two minutes later, leg shaking from the awkward position I knew I had to make a move. This wasn't a staring contest I could win. So I quickly unslung my rifle and went to one knee. The buck's head came upright, ears fully forward. The shot cracked and he made it maybe 20 yards.