StartMyHunt
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- May 3, 2015
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Elk Hunt Summary
We arrived in camp around noon on Friday of second season. It was me, my brother, and another buddy. We quickly set up camp because the rain was coming. About an hour after we set up, the rains came. It rained until Tuesday. Not a nice little drizzle that can dampen the sound of your steps, but a torrential downfall at times with the temperature hovering around 38 degrees. It was cold, soggy, and overall pretty miserable.
Our opening day (Saturday) hunt we decided to try a new area. It was raining hard all day and we were hunting in the dark timber. No new sign from anybody in our group. We knew we picked the wrong place because from our usual stalking grounds, we heard several shots.
Day Two (Sunday): Heavy rain, although I did have an interesting encounter. I was sitting underneath a big spruce and started to hear a little bit of ruckus above me in the tree. Not sure how to describe it, but it was high pitched and whatever it was, it was coming down the tree to greet me. After knocking branches and needles down on me, this thing finally decided to reveal himself about 20 feet up in the tree. It was a porcupine, and I guess he wanted some company. I have seen many porcupines while hunting, but had never heard the sound they make while \"talking\".
Day Three (Monday): Rain, Rain, go away. We wanted to hunt early, but our clothes were still soaked from the previous day even after hanging them up all night in the wood fired sheep tent. We slept in until around 8:00 and got after it. Not much to get after. We spent the entire day walking around in the rain and slipping and falling on logs and mud.
Day Four (Tuesday): Rain let up in the morning. My brother and buddy decided to try the east side of a heavily forested ridge that we have always wanted to hunt, while I took the west side. I chose the wrong side. They ended up running into a herd of eight cows, and got two. Their shots were no more than 300 yards away from me.
More to come....
We arrived in camp around noon on Friday of second season. It was me, my brother, and another buddy. We quickly set up camp because the rain was coming. About an hour after we set up, the rains came. It rained until Tuesday. Not a nice little drizzle that can dampen the sound of your steps, but a torrential downfall at times with the temperature hovering around 38 degrees. It was cold, soggy, and overall pretty miserable.
Our opening day (Saturday) hunt we decided to try a new area. It was raining hard all day and we were hunting in the dark timber. No new sign from anybody in our group. We knew we picked the wrong place because from our usual stalking grounds, we heard several shots.
Day Two (Sunday): Heavy rain, although I did have an interesting encounter. I was sitting underneath a big spruce and started to hear a little bit of ruckus above me in the tree. Not sure how to describe it, but it was high pitched and whatever it was, it was coming down the tree to greet me. After knocking branches and needles down on me, this thing finally decided to reveal himself about 20 feet up in the tree. It was a porcupine, and I guess he wanted some company. I have seen many porcupines while hunting, but had never heard the sound they make while \"talking\".
Day Three (Monday): Rain, Rain, go away. We wanted to hunt early, but our clothes were still soaked from the previous day even after hanging them up all night in the wood fired sheep tent. We slept in until around 8:00 and got after it. Not much to get after. We spent the entire day walking around in the rain and slipping and falling on logs and mud.
Day Four (Tuesday): Rain let up in the morning. My brother and buddy decided to try the east side of a heavily forested ridge that we have always wanted to hunt, while I took the west side. I chose the wrong side. They ended up running into a herd of eight cows, and got two. Their shots were no more than 300 yards away from me.
More to come....
I await the rest of your story, Mike! 
