The most important thing about shooting a Hill bow well is finding something to shoot at. Been trying to do just that for several weeks now.
As you may recall, when last we spoke I had spent a three-day weekend with my wife trying to get the bulls to bugle on the opening weekend of Idaho's elk season. Plenty of fresh elk sign around, but the weather was a bit hot and we heard no bugling. . . yet.
So, the following weekend we packed in food for several weeks and began the hunt.
The next morning, we were thick into the middle of bugling bulls, and MAN was it fun. Just like the old days before the wolves arrived.
That night, we did not get one second of sleep, because there were bulls bugling everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. At one point we even had a bull screaming between the tent and our llamas, and the llamas were only 25 yards from the tent. Talk about an exciting night. Again, it was just like the old days.
When dawn finally broke, we were 200 yards below the tent, and I was standing on a bugle rock (I have a feeling a few of you have seen one or two) and the first bugle got three bulls to answer. I spent around 20 minutes trying to figure out which bull was the hottest so we could go after him, and then. . . they arrived.
Wolves began howling between us and the bulls. They had heard the bulls bugling their heads off all night and the pack moved in. I could have bitten a tree in half! Rage and anger filled my blood.
And so, to make a long story short, that was the end of the good old days. Right then and there. The wolves moved in, accompanied on that very same morning with thick choking smoke, and from then until the end of the season, I only heard three bulls bugle, and saw one elk.
I hunted 23 days in total on five different mountains, but could not find where the elk moved to. In the last three weeks, I saw one elk.
The smoke for most of the last three weeks was bad, down to 200 yards visibility many days. I am now hearing that since the archery season is closed and the cold weather has moved in, that the rifle boys are stacking them up like cord wood. Elk everywhere, bulls bugling, and no smoke, just crystal clear mountain air.
Ah, but don't feel sorry for me, not even a bit, as I did get to hike day after day through some great country. When the smoke finally cleared, the scenery was spectacular.