That is what happens on public land with over the counter tags.
Sounds like a good opportunity, Matt. You figure with enough of them something good will happen.
Back from the movies and back to the story. So we spend the daytime alternating between taking naps, taking a few shots without risking getting busted, and with Dave and Bryan seeing if they can catch a brook trout with a sapling some serving material, and a small sharpened piece of wood. Great fun, but we are eagerly awaiting the evening, and moved a little down the drainage to better glass the meadows and to keep the wind in our favor. We moved a few hundred yards, and it is drizzling now, but Bryan forgot his bugle at the last spot, and goes to retrieve it, while Dave and I wait for him. In the drizzle, it is hard to see Bryan even with binocs. Well in this time interval, two local muzzleloader hunters that are not wearing the requisite orange come into the picture. One heads down into the drainage and up the other side of the drainage near where the elk is bedded, and one stays up on the other hill. Now personally, I don't really care about the orange. What I do care about is how obnoxious it was to cut Bryan off, plus the fact that the only way they got there was to illegally ride their ATV's into the drainage. Well, Bryan lets out a bugle before the guy can get all the way to well the bull is bedded, and Dave and eye get quite a view. A nice 4x6 bull runs full tilt down the hill and stops 35 yards from Bryan, looking around. He is a little confused because at this point both of the muzzleloader hunters are cow calling to him. All Bryan needs is one more step to his left to clear some brush, but the bull puts his nose in the air and runs full tilt back up the hill, having winded fat boy up on the hill. Then to make matters worse, stops 30 yards broadside from the other hunter and the shot goes off. The bull stumbles down into the drainage to die around 40 yards from Bryan.