Start this off with these are from an email message to various relatives/friends this week. Some know about hunting ehhh some do not. Some friends know where this takes place as well so I did not go into as much detail. Here you go..
Steve
We have relatives here from St Louis and Dallas so I only went up for a day and a half. It was going to be for only a day but for reasons beyond my control ....
I went to work at 5:30a.m Maggie was in Denver picking them up, I left work at around one on Fri. and was hiking in about 1.5 miles by 4p:m.
Pack and gear totaled 53lbs. I am in the process of weighing everything to try and drop that number down.
During the night I heard probably 5 Elk bugles, can't believe the Elk are screaming this early in the season.
For breakfast I had that oatmeal concoction that you can take as you are on the trail....Great!!
From camp I take the route that will bring me out where we had lunch the first time Preston and I met with you. 1/2 up the hill there is Elk barking from above. Turned off the headlamp and waited 20 minutes before he/she finally quit barking and went away.
Get to the top and I hear jump jump jump...Mule deer. Turn my headlamp off as it is now 6:07, I can see the trail well enough with the headlamp off.
Walk the trail past the water seep which is 100 yards below...which you have heard about this seep.
I call it Preston's sleep hole.
Jump jump jump I see this Mule deer going up hill about 30 yards in front. Too crispy of ground to get off trail and go after so I "barely" continue on.
Look up hill as I near a park or meadow and 3 Elk 70 yds up the mountain.
GET DOWN
They are going from my left to right, not sure of exact wind direction. They are at about 1 oclock from me while looking up hill
Here comes another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, AND THAT WAS JUST THE COWS...that should have been 32.
Did not count all the calves as they kept going back and forth and to and fro thinking life is just grand because they have never seen a HUMAN.....yet.
I was stuck there for over ONE hour watching how it goes down.
AND while it was going down the OTHERS "plural" bugled "lightly" probably 10 X in that hour.
Two branch antlered bulls walked parallel numerous times, 3 spikes and 2 3x3's.
One of the Bulls numerous times would push and round up cows to go in the direction the majority were going.
The Elk finally are all up and over a small knoll. I go almost to the edge of the park and glass I see to make sure there are none.
I go back about 100 yards on the trail and go up near the top 150 yards which is above the meadow they were in, then drop down on the other side of the meadow through the tree's.
There is a bench I will cut across it, as it appeared the Elk were dropping down into some pines on a north facing ridge.
Karumba!!!!!!!!!!!
I am 30 yards from the entire herd bedded down!!! Mass confusion calves calling mamma, mamma calling calves.
They did not run as in fear at an all out run but just loped away. At this time (9:30) the thermals were east west north south so going after them and not knowing exactly where they were with so many eyes to deceive I would just push them out of the country so I backed out.
This is story ONE and I have THREE stories.
I will quit now as the relatives are up. If you don't get back to me, I will know you are bored with my hohum story.
The next story takes place only one hour later.
I think we are going to Crested Butte or Grand Junction or ???? so back later tonight.