It was a partially successful scouting trip for Elk on Saturday. We found the herd, well, a herd. Saw a bunch of cows and this years calves. The weather was great for scouting. It was raining like stink, the wind was blowing and nothing much was moving. The herds were all hunkered down in the creek bottoms in the pucker brush. That's good, because then you don't spook them by moving around, and with all the natural noises they don't have much of a chance to hear or smell you.
Tillamook and Nehalem flooded, and there were landslides and downed trees all over the place. A good section of power line came down in Moore's Valley.
Some asshat in a bro-dozer was up in the hills running the trails deer hunting (Road Hunting?) and I put the SE over on it's side dodging his stupid ass. No damage, but it took a few minutes to get that mess straightened out. I sure wish people who drove those monster sized pickups would figure it out.
Got into some new territory closer to the coast and the machete came in handy. Lots of brush growing over the trails. Thick and gnarly. Banged my gas tank skid on a downed tree crossing it, but that's what a skid is for. Right? I would still like gears and lockers. That hasn't changed. The trails in the coast range are just snotty, lumpy and steep every time we get a little rain around here.
Elk season is looking up! Thanks for all the motivational pictures folks!
