I just hate work during the hunting season.I just got back from a weeks vacation on monday,seen no elk.Well on tuesday my brother in law calls up and asks iof I can get out of work,I ask why?He tells me 160 some head have moved through our hunting area.I tell him I can' t(my cowoker is elk hunting this week).He tells me he' s headin up on wensday and he will keep me posted.Well he calls me Wensday nite hoopin an holler' n him and 3buddies knock down a 5x5 bull and 3 cows out of a heard of 80-100 head,then he tells me as they are guting them 150-200 head more come down and pass right by them(several realy nice bulls in the bunch).Now I' m getting a little sick to my stomach and a little green with envey.I now start begging the boss to let me go,apperntly a man crying on his hands and knees have no affect on him.
Well I tell myself I will leave Friday night and hope to catch whats left up there and hopefuly shoot a elk.Well the phone rings at work and it' s my wife' s dad he is hunting the same area and he tells me he just shot 6x6 out of a heard of maybe 500 head,he tells me to get my a$$ up there they are moving out of the back county fast and steady.Well here it is Friday morning my nerves are shot from no sleep,I have great hopes,maybe with a little more begging I can get out of here by noon and in to camp by night fall.With any luck wish me some more.

True elk addict BareBack Jack.