We hunted Routt National Forest near Steamboat Springs. I reckon the Good Lord was smiling on us--although we saw a big rack in the back of a truck in town, seems that everyone we talked to hadn't seen squat. We were in a great spot--if I'd known a little more about elk hunting (and maybe had an oxygen tank), I believe I'd have gotten a shot (busted out several I never saw, just heard them crashing off). Bruce had some close encounters, just bad luck. Dang sheepherders didn't help us any--I wasted an entire day on one mountain (actually made it to the top) just to find nothing but sheep trails, crap, etc. I kept thinking if I went higher, I'd get above the sheep and into elk (this was the mountain Bruce and I saw elk on the first day). Not so--there was sheep crap on top of that mountain! Oh well....I learned a lot, just hope to one day get a chance to use what I learned!

Chad