“I don’t know if they’re still here,” I whispered as we knelt together on the grassy forest floor. It was too quiet. Only a light breeze shifting branches made any sound. Much different than the previous afternoon when we had four bulls screaming relentlessly back and forth, all within 100 yards of this very spot.
Archery elk is unparalleled in adventure consistently yielding the highest of a highs and lowest of lows. September never fails leaving me mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted. So, naturally, I look forward each year to my second favorite hunt—eastern Montana rifle mule deer. This hunt promises mild terrain and loads of action. 2019 was no exception; Ben and I had planned and anticipated our eastward trek for the last 365 days. We were finally burning rubber and as the miles rolled by, my imagination ran wild anticipating monster muleys rutting through sage.