January/February 2013 EBJ (Issue 75) - Two flat trailer tires had my friend Darin Warke and I running late as we approached our pre-arranged camping spot, but to our surprise, our friend Todd George was waiting for us. Todd had been guiding a client and wasn’t supposed to be there for another couple of days. His client had filled early and he had a few more days before he had to be back at his "real job” as a captain in the Flagstaff Fire Department. Todd had guided in our area numerous times. Being lucky enough to have a friend with his experience was a huge advantage for me. Camp was set and we headed out for the last couple of hours of light.
I had drawn an archery deer tag in this unit a few years back. Todd had helped me on that hunt also. Although I didn’t harvest a deer that year, I did learn a little about the unit. There were two prominent glassing positions that allowed a good view of the mountain. The problem was we would be looking two to three miles into the wilderness where the elk lived. The three of us scrambled up the hill on the wilderness boundary and immediately started seeing elk. My hope was to find a bull that would score over 370 inches. We were seeing some good bulls, but they appeared to be just a tad too small.