I think I take the prize for the smallest elk this season. This was the first time I had hunted elk in Wyoming, and the combination of being on my own, way back on a 2-track, and a forecast for a foot of snow had me pretty nervous. On the evening of the second day I was watching a clearing, when a group of cows came out just before dark. By the time I got squared away, and the elk were not standing in front of each other, I was looking at one elk in the scope. After the shot the elk had all disappeared and I was now looking at what appeared to be a large rock in the sagebrush! Obviously lots of ground shrinkage here, but I managed to get all the meat back to camp in 2 trips. By the time I got back to the blacktop it was raining hard, and we did get a foot of snow that night.
While I was cutting up the elk , I heard what sounded like a combination of growls and yelps close by – just outside the beam of my headlamp. This kept up for about an hour. I think it was a coyote, but when I came back for the second load in the morning, the carcass had not been touched.
While I was cutting up the elk , I heard what sounded like a combination of growls and yelps close by – just outside the beam of my headlamp. This kept up for about an hour. I think it was a coyote, but when I came back for the second load in the morning, the carcass had not been touched.
