The second to last day; we haven’t seen much fresh sign in three days now and were starting to lose hope. We decide to go to a new area for the day just to see if we could get lucky. The first opening we drive into there is elk sign everywhere. The excitement begins to rise. We continue on and hope to jump something in the open. Getting close to the end of the road Josh and I decide to jump and the freshest tracks we have seen. We track and track and track. The droppings are so fresh when you pick them up you can still feel them warm. They drop into a dark nasty hole and we decide to turn around and make a game plan with the rest of the party. We decide to drive down a ridge and hunt the opposite direction that we were when we were tracking; hoping to cut them off. We are just about to crest the ridge and the smell of elk comes into my nose. They are close. The winds weren’t in our favor and right as we crested the ridge the whole world started to move. Brown flashes all around. Getting tunnel vision I see the limbs of a tree shake to my left and take off at a full tilt. Not getting a shot off we come back to where we first saw them and seeing the beds we can see there was a herd of 50 or more. What a thrill and that’s why I go hunting.
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