Back to Camp When my season finally arrived my dad and I linked up around two in the afternoon at the same area we camped five years ago. He had a longer drive than me but he still beat me there—traffic added almost two hours to my drive—and had already scouted for other hunters while he waited.  We were a little surprised that some of the “better” camp sites were still empty when we arrived a full day before the season opened. Rather than stay at the site we made camp 5 year

Back to the Beginning The weekend wasn’t going to be great, but I wanted to put the odds in my favor as much as possible so to the mountains I went.  It was going to be wet, but it was the only time I could go scouting before the elk season opened. As I got closer to the mountains rain tapped steadily against the windshield.  It had been five long years since I last hunted this unit. The last time, I had returned home with an empty cooler and a heavy heart. This season wasn’t