Last nite 2:00 am we were hit with a straight down pour followed by brain rattling thunder and lightning. I woke up shortly after it moved in and found myself curled up in a ball with the covers pulled tight over my head when I finally came to myself. I realized I was in bed in my house instead of in a tent on the side of a mountain doing everything I could to keep the rain off of me!! I soon realized I AM an elk nut!! Are there others with this affliction? Are there other stories like this?? If so lets hear them..
I once went scouting with my nephew. We were on a bluff that overlooked Mount Rainer. Believe it or not rain came in...lol seriously though, massive storm. We had a fire going to heat up dinner before it hit us. We were young, and didnt understand how flat shale rock did NOT make a good fire pit. However that lack of education was soon remedied. The rocks started blowing up. A hole through my canteen sent me diving behind a log. Thought we were taking rounds from some yahoo. We both faceplanted then noticed the explosions came from our fire. We tossed sand all over it all from behind our safety log till it was out. Then we noticed the fire fallout had landed several coin size molten hot pieces on our tents rain fly. I had one of those really awesome two person tents that look like a missile when the fly is on. Bucket bottom, mesh top. It was awesome. We quickly dug into our gear and came up with a bottle of seam seal and bandaids! YES we had patches!!!! We put them on as the skies opened up, and into the tent we went.
We should have had some better sense, but why not pitch a tent on an open bluff on the highest peak right?!!! That lightning hit so hard we screamed from deaf ears and nearly went blind with closed eyes. The air smelled of fried ozone and the rain tried to wash the nylon stain of a tent off mother natures face.
I knew my bag was waterproof, but for safety measures, I slept with the zipper up. Then at first light I moved. Splash, swoosh. Hmmm
my feet felt light and floaty! I looked up and noticed I was nearly floating in the water that bucket bottom tent had held so well.
I quickly noticed my feet were dry!!! Wow! I told my nephew...my bag really held up, even though our patch didnt do so well!!!
he replied VERY grumpily...."I dont ******** care!!!" I rolled over and noticed....he had not slept zipper up!
our trip ended that morning as we drug our soggy gear back down the hill.
I still love hunting, and never fear what mother nature throws our way!
I hunt because......
If.....your cologne of choice becomes cow estrus urine, you rub your camo in elk shit every time you see a fresh pile, you don't brush your teeth because you don't want the elk to smell the minty freshness, and your diet consists of freeze dried meals and jerky. Yep sounds like heaven to me!
my first encounter with an elk was a big 6x6 screaming in my face at 20 yards with no shot available. it shook me up a little but I was hooked. then I discovered ElkNut and ordered the PlayBook and immersed myself into the PlayBook. I've been an Elknut ever since.
I Love the smell of Elk in the mornin
The arrow is everything
Does scouting over 200 days a year just to be in elk country count?
What if you buy property and build a house and you and your family have killed 4 elk within site of the house (including a P&Y bull)
Grand Slam #1005 + 2: Dall (1986 Yukon), Fannin/Stone (1987 Yukon), Bighorn (1988 Colorado Unit S-26), Stone (1995 British Columbia), Desert (2001 Nevada Unit 161), Bighorn (2009 Wyoming Unit 5)
I hunt because......