Brought down 3 1/2 cords of firewood this week and hauled my camper up to the mountains, saw lots of sign, lots of track, and a few elk in my favorite spot. Starting to think about bow season in September, starting to dream about those snot nosed bulls screamin in rage on a cool autumn morning. Found myself searching the cover in between cuts, remembering all the spots I nearly closed the deal last year. Spent half my time cutting, and the other half looking around. Brought the boy with me today and let him unload a brick on .22's on multiple targets, dang good week in the mountains. Now, if I can just get those elk out of my head. Gonna buy a new bow next weekend and get shooting, come on September.