Friday, October 2, 2009

Nature's Way of Making a Joke

Archery season ends on Sunday, and we are still elk-less. Yesterday we drove up the forest service road and spotted a herd of nine cows and a large bull grazing near the top of Little Sand Mountain. We crossed the river on foot. "It looks like there's a game trail up that draw," Levi said, hopefully. Or, there's a choked mountainside of low-growing scrub oak, so thick you cannot see sunlight on the other side, interspersed with various boulder fields where no rock lies stable, capped with a near-vertical, hand-over-fist climb up a sandy slope growing only with dead shrubs that trick you into thinking they're securely rooted, only to break off in brittle clumps and threaten to leave you sliding backwards on your head. Of course, when we got to the top, the elk weren't there.

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