Mar/Apr 2011 EBJ (Issue 64) - June 1 is “opening day” for me; that’s my first official day of scouting. I look forward to that day just about as much as the real opening day when I get to pack my bow and let some arrows fly. I found a couple of great bucks in 2009 and watched them all summer. I also hunted them for 24 days straight, but never even got the chance to nock an arrow. It was a frustrating year, to say the least. All winter I kept my fingers crossed they would come back and summer in the same place, but three weeks into June I still couldn’t find them.
On June 21, I found myself sitting on top of a canyon I hadn’t hunted in ten years. I had been glassing about an hour and all I could find was elk.