I"m doing the first scout of the season this Wednesday, searching for the mighty wapiti. Might as well begin now as later! We didn't get into them last season thanks to torrential rain that basically wiped out elk camp, but we did both smell and hear them, including one lone bugle. I suppose the benefit of the pouring rain was we had a taste of what homeless people endure in the winter. It wasn't fun, and we were all reminded of "there but for the grace of God...". Kinda put a different spin on elk camp!