1st Day of Elk Hunting 2014.
We made it to the top. Where are all the other hunters?
Following in the path of the elk herd, we took note of the meadow where they laid down. No ice on the grass hoof prints abound.
Fresh tracks, we were behind the herd as our every step echoed through out the ice crusted forest like chimes in the wind.
Every step we took was crunching sounds and the droppings we saw where still steaming. Elk poo! Angela Jane...photography reporting.