Weather Contrast:
 

One day makes all the difference. My son Jason is camped in the White River National Forest, elk season opens Saturday. He’s enjoying what I did when I was younger.

Wow, does that bring back memories, Snug as a bug in a rug with a good tent stove.
My daughter drew a non-resident Idaho elk permit this year. I believe she flies out tomorrow.

Memories galore on that tent stove. Reminds me of northern Maine way back when bird hunting. Cool one day, beautiful sky, snow dropped over night and that camp stove kept us toasty.

Saw this once in Montana. Went elk hunting on opening on a huge ranch backing up to some really rugged national forest. Ranch was normally covered in elk then but winter was very late. The group hunted all week in balmy elkless conditions, with the days not long enough to get from the permanent camp to the tops of the mountains. One small elk taken. We awoke the morning of departure to a regular blizzard. Almost got snowed in to the point of not getting out. As we left, there were elk all over the bottoms.

Jason’s View:
 

Jason was within 50 yards of five cow elk. They were feeding and didn’t notice him. It didn’t matter, he has a bull tag. Most of the other camps have pulled out. There were very limited cow tags issued this year due to the previous severe winter kill.