The rain and the hail pretty much sucked on Saturday. However, the number one thing that had me fuming was when we found the mother of all elk trails. Prints everywhere, fresh sign everywhere, water/creek, aspens, bedding, etc. We sat in the rain for 1:45 just waiting...when what do we hear?! *Crack* branches breaking...staying quiet, arrow knocked, *movement!* what could it be?!?!?!?! Some hilljack "hunters" walking the damn game trail from the opposite direction! As if that wasn't bad enough they had a huge tupperware tote over their heads to protect their last remaining braincells from the rain.
I need to find some private property to hunt...