Well, if time flew on that last entry it literally skipped a few months this time. I just got back from CO after a week hunting elk with a bow. If you want to stop reading now you can, I didn't get one. My bro and I went out for the last week of the bow season and gave it the old college try. To make a long story short, the first weekend we had bulls all around us, it was raining and cold and they were bugling like mad. I had five close encounters, within 60 yards, two ragheads and three nice bulls, one very large! Couldn't make an ethical shot on any, had a chance to wound a couple, but just can't do that. The rest of the week was dead, they stopped bugling, went on a couple death marches and never saw a single sign. We did get into some at the end of the week but never close enough to see if there were any shooter bulls in the bunch. Walked my butt off, lost ten pounds, and came home tired, discouraged, and footsore. Work this week hasn't been to much to brag on either. If wishes were horses and I'd of had a muzzleloader I'd have had my choice of bulls. I haven't lost hope yet, though, I had several deer in my front yard this morning, that cheered me up. I'll be looking to bag a buck this weekend. Hope all goes well with that. Hope anyone else who spent the time, money, and energy to go out West after the mighty elusive wapiti had better luck than I did. Cheers. Buck.