This is where the spirit of youth kicked in for the hunting party. “Dad, we can make it in there,” they begged. “Drop us off as far in as the truck will go, and we’ll hike the rest of the way.”
Honestly, I was so tired last night, I would have gladly accepted a whiny “let’s go home.” Instead, they were doubling down.
We actually made it in further than yesterday morning. Some snowmobiles plowed a bit of a manageable path. I just now dropped them off — they have 2.3 miles to hike.
Tabitha and Noah are asleep in the truck, and I’m tapping this out waiting for shooting time. We have a 5 minute walk to position; the young adults (ages 18, 17, 16 and 16) are walking through fresh snow to get in deep where the elk are.