MORNING HUNT: Big Bull Meadow
Wednesday, August 29
Are you beginning to see a pattern? Yes, we headed to one of our favorite spots again this morning. We woke up EARLY this time. The alarm clock was set for 4:00 A.M., but the good thing is that after the first couple of days up on the mountain, the morning routine becomes easier each day. At least the getting ready part. The waking up gets a little harder as muscles begin to remind you of events from the previous day. Once your brain convinces your body to escape from the warmth of the cozy sleeping bag, it doesn't take long to throw on your gear and get on the way. Pants are ready to be thrown on and have all the needed items stored safely in each pocket. Backpacks by now are ready to go - stored safely in the bed of the truck. This of course is out of necessity. They are no longer allowed in the camper or cab of the truck due to the stink of elk urine that has successfully soaked deep into the fabric.
We walked into the meadow in the dark and sat in the middle aspen grove. Unfortunately, the elk didn't show up. The only action we saw all morning was a few mule deer crossing the top of the meadow around 9:30.
EVENING HUNT: Nonexistent
Today was Rudy's last day with us. Upon reaching camp this afternoon, we sat around, built another campfire and talked about the hunts over the last couple days. It was great getting to know Rudy and we are looking forward to watching the final cut of #ElkTour.
As Troy and I watched Rudy drive down the dirt road we found ourselves alone in camp. After the last couple of uneventful hunts, we decided that it might be good to simply stay in camp for the evening and recharge. It was a great evening! We cleaned up camp, took a nap, ate left over lasagna and went to bed early.
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