I wish I had a nickle for every time I was standing on the mountain waiting for the sun to come up and rubbing my hands togather in anticipation of the day, only to watch the sun sink into the western sky that eveningwhile shaking my head wondering where the elk must be. How many countless areas have I hunted and said: "well, they were in here last year." Heck, they were in there during archery season and gone a few scant weeks later.[&o]