We spent the day hunting on a mountain where I’ve had a lot of luck. We could smell elk the entire day, but we didn’t hear a peep from any bulls. On our way out, we jumped a few elk. They ran down the mountain, and a guy from Oklahoma killed one of them. That’s the breaks.
Here’s a photo of the wallow we went to check out today. It still looks the same. I can remember many years ago when the entire field was a pond. Time tends to change many things.
