I hate sitting. Back when I was guidin', my clients allays got a lesson in gettin' in on bulls, lessin' they was lame or real old, then I sat with 'em. Now I ain't sayin' thet's the right way fer mos' people. I noticed mos' hunters don't even dress proper fer still huntin'. Show me a Cabelas rain suit or a size 11 rigid sole boot an' I'll show you a feller thet better jus' sit a spell. I came up stalkin' whitetail. They didn't have treestands back then, least not so I remember. Grandaddy learnt me how to sense a critter. Not hearin, not seein', not smellin'. Jus' knowin' there's game about. The only thing 'bout stalkin' elk is thet you gotta be high up, where there ain't no nimrods stirrin' 'em up. They gotta be doin' what elk do when there ain't a bunch of people 'round. Sittin' can produce elk, but its more a matter of luck then skill, an' it works better when game is pressured a lil'. I know, yall are gonna say it takes skill to know whar to sit. Maybeso. But mostly its luck. If there's fresh snow, I'll track. If its hot an' the elk are beddin' early, I'll kill one in his bedroom. I don't like stalkin' beddin' areas though. I prefer catchin' 'em movin' to an' from someplace. Huntin' early when you can call 'em, move in, call 'em agin an' eventually git a bull to come check you out is my favorit elk huntin'. The way I figur, huntin' is self-sufficiency. Ain't nobody gonna feed his family sittin' in a tree fer days or weeks waitin' for a meal to pass. For me huntin' is an' action verb. When I'm too old to stalk in the mountings, or when there's too many peoples for it to be fun, I'll jus' hang up my mocersins an' rifle an' think 'bout all the bulls I've come to know up close an' personal.

BJ