I was going to email several of my friends about yesterday then thought all might enjoy hearing this. Gene and I did a sports show in NY last weekend. He then went to FL hog hunting with Biggie and Marty. I flew right from NY to MT since my daughter had a baby boy last week. I got a little heat from that since I signed the contract for the NY show before she knew she was pregnant. Anyway, new grandson named Griffin and everything is cool. Whenever I return to MT I tend to burn the candle at both ends trying to catch up with old friends. Gene's daughter Amy and her husband Kevin (and 3 boys)live in Hamilton. Kevin took a few days off to go elk hunting this week. He invited me to tag along although I didn't hunt. First off I probably shouldn't tell exactly where we went, but I'll say it was in a very popular elk hunting area of western MT that I was totally unfamiliar with. What blew me away was the lack of pressure. I never hunted this region before because it had a reputation of a lot of hunters. As we drove into the area via gravel roads we passed several campsites along picturesque mountain creeks and not a single camper, tent or RV. Nobody. We got to the area an hour before pink light and walked in via some old logging roads. This is public land, not behind locked gates, etc. Not a single tire track or footprint that I saw. Since Kevin is 37 with long legs I was a little concerned, but he promised me it was good fat-man elk country. And it was. I couldn't believe this was such good looking country and no other hunters. This was Sept. 20th (Sunday)in prime elk country and no bowhunters. Go figure. It was an absolutely beautiful day, sunny, high around 65 degrees. The only minimal negative was it was somewhat windy with gusts to maybe 20 MPH which made it hard to hear bugles or be heard. We called in two cows and a calf and a fourth one that I couldn't identify (just saw pieces); saw a couple coyotes, mulies, potted a grouse, etc. The country was rolling lodgepole with small natural parks and literally dozens of little potholes with plenty of elk sign including wallows, big fresh rubs and connecting trails with lots of tracks. This might sound corny but I really enjoyed the smells of the pine and scattered sage. The fall colors were coming on strong, including the reds of the huckleberry brush. Anyway, I just wanted to mention what a great day in elk country I experienced even though I didn't even have a bow in my hand. I just might need to put in for a license next year. Cheers to all. BW