Elk Scouting 2018

​Went out for the first bit of elk scouting a couple weekends ago. I was able to go with my lovely wife which was great because I love spending time with her, plus this I the first year she’ll be able to actually have a chance at harvesting an animal. She finished up her Hunter’s Safety earlier in the year and we just picked her up a general season elk tag for rifle.
 
When we first got up there, it was raining and the temperature had dropped significantly, especially compared to the basin. Down in Vernal, it was almost 100 degrees, but up top with the storm going on, it was a chill 55 degrees. We had to wait for a break in the storm to put up camp, plus we had to fight the mosquitos. I don’t know if it was due to the rain or what, but they were everywhere, and they’d swarm you as soon as you stopped moving. I imagine that is what Alaska is like this time of year.
 
We got the camp set up, collected and processed some wood for the night’s fire (and the wood burning stove), then headed off to go get some scouting in before it got too dark. On the way up it looked like the Forest Service, or some mysterious Good Samaritan had finally cleaned up the trail. A lot of the fallen trees had been cut away and the path had been cleared. So that was nice.
 
We didn’t see much sign headed up that way, but I followed a game trail and found a big open meadow that I had no idea was there. It would be a good spot perhaps for rifle season.
​The next day we went up to a new spot I had found on the map. It looked promising. It was a small lake nestled in the horseshoe of some high cliffs at about 11,000 feet. We hit the road and started driving up there, and oh my god, the road was shite! Took about 45 min to crawl up a few miles to park at the spot that looked like a straight shot up to the lake. We started hiking and for whatever reason, I kept veering uphill and to the left, which eventually took us to a trail I didn’t know was there. At first, I thought the trail was a really crappy ATV road. About halfway there we crossed paths with about half a dozen folks hiking back down, carrying backpacks and fishing poles. I stopped and chatted with one dude and showed him where I was going and he told me they had just come down from there.
 
#sonofabitch
 
Up to that point, I hadn’t really seen much sign of elk at all. However, my wife and I decided to push on and see what the lake looked like anyway. I knew if I didn’t go up there, I’d always be wondering what was up that way. We pressed on and found more sign of people than we did of animals. It was okay though because we came across some beautiful scenery. However, there was one casualty from that jaunt—my wife’s boots. The soles of her boots completely disintegrated during that hike. She’d only wore those boots for about six months while she was deployed overseas and they couldn’t last four hours in the Uintah Mountains. That goes to show you what happens when you go with the lowest bidder for government contracts. 
Later that evening we hit another spot (after my wife changed her shoes of course). It was a spot I hunted the year prior and showed some promise. It wasn’t very far from the road, but we started seeing more elk sign than we had all trip. After a little ways in, I found a few piles of fresh(ish) scat nearby a water source, as well as an area that had about seven tree rubs all within ten yards of each other.
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I don’t know if the hunt will pan out, but at least I have a better idea of what it’s looking like at the moment, and I can create my game plan. Hopefully, some of the sweat equity pays off and I can harvest an elk this year because let me tell you this, my freezer is looking sparse.