Well, folks, it's over for this year. I left the mountain this morning to a pretty good snowstorm, and the elk are still intact.
My last night, I saw several elk, including two very good bulls, but all were too far for a shot. This season showed me a bunch of elk (over 100), and these weren't far off on some park, but within 100 yards and often much closer, in black timber, so it was a good year, even if I didn't bring home any elk meat. I was figuring that if I had been rifle hunting, I probably could have had easy shots at well over 20 elk, and if I was hunting with wheels, I would have had numerous shots in the 40 yard range. We limit ourselves on purpose, however, and I drew on one elk, killing a lodgepole rather than the elk. In retrospect, I might have had one other shot at a cow, but she was highly alert and I didn't feel right about taking the shot.
So, I am happy with how my season went overall. I saw lots of elk, lots of great country, put in many hours and spent some 150 miles in boot leather.
Now, it is on to turkeys and whitetails. Life is still very good, and the sun rises in the east each morning, whether or not I have an elk on the ground.