Season is over[&o]. Hiked to the top of a ridge saw several fresh tracks this morning. They moved through too early, I was on the ridge at 6:45am. Trailed them for a couple of miles and the legs cramped up. Return to truck, season over, legs are shot from yesterdays hunt. Gonna watch the sun go down from my house. Depression emmense. Passed a fella yesterday who shot a cow 100 feet off the road, drive by and saw her, ahhhhhh. I have learned a valuable lession this year, never again will I put all my eggs in one basket. It's time for me to seek out that special place nobody knows about. That magical place where you can hunt and not worry about the crowds changing the elk habits. I need a horse.