No Sleep

Well that is generally the rule of hunting. You get up at the crack of dawn, hike up a mountain, stalk quietly all day, then descend and get ready for the next day before passing out. Last night we did a night hunt, and it started raining.  Cold rain. I thought that I was going to be miserable because I didn’t bring many layers. I know, smart. But, fortunately, I stayed pretty dry under my pine tree, and before I knew it, the sound of the rain had me falling asleep. About an hour later, I wake up to my dad telling me that it is past shooting time, and that we had to get ready for the morning. Good thing I was the only one who fell asleep.

This morning, though, it was beautiful. I woke at 4am and we headed out to another special hunting spot. And fell asleep. I woke up, hiked to the spot where we wait to hear elk bugles. And fell asleep. I woke up and decided that we should try a stalk. We stalked into a mud wallow, didn’t see anything, so we retreated to a different spot. Nothing. The next spot. All quiet. The sky was blue, the sun was out, and the mountains were beautiful. I fell asleep. I would say that it was a good morning.