After seeing many, many elk this season I haven't seen a single elk on my last four hunts. There are only two days left of the Montana general season. This morning I awoke and packed my back pack only to find the zipper was open and my license, tags, and other hunting papers were long gone. After a frutile search I concluded that the mountain had taken them, I got replacement tags today but missed this mornings hunt. I am at near panic stage on the elk this year. I had chances earlier and passed waiting for the big boy, now I will shoot a cow and be damn lucky to get even that. I need all your wishes, so rub those good luck charms fror me, unless of coarse your good luck charm happens to be your wife, then you probably don't want to rub her for me.