My last act before heading to the Blue Mountains to hunt elk is to check the weather and the fire situation. Fire conditions, as are pretty usual this time of year, are critical. No campfires allowed except in designated campgrounds. I hate that, because sitting around a campfire at night is one of my most cherished activities. But then, running from a wildfire is one of my most feared…so I can live with the limitation.
The weather looks perfect for the next week or so; 70s during the day, just below freezing at night. It occurs to me that if the people in the south and midwest continue to have hot spells like they’ve had for the last two years we are likely to see an influx of those people into the Pacific Northwest. Perhaps we should build a wall.
So, here I go on an elk bow hunt. It is only slightly ironic that I am armed, in addition to my bow, with a .270 for cougar and bear, a 12 gauge for the occasional grouse, a .22 for plinking and a 9mm pistol for general purposes. I won’t pick up the .270 unless I get an elk early, but I keep the shotgun in the rig for grouse. I’m not very sporting about grouse. They are camp meat and I don’t worry much about letting them fly.
The only reason I’ve ever used the pistol has been to put deer and elk down that have been hit and injured by cars. I don’t carry one while bow hunting. I figure if it’s a primitive hunt I should act primitively…with a slight wink to my compound bow.
I’ll be out of touch for a week or so. Hope all of you are enjoying your run-up to chukar season as much as I am.
I’m attaching a photo of my son, Corky and his son, Gage, with one of his recent bulls. I need one like that.