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| no partners | | | This morning my hubby, Blake, and I drove to Canyon Creek so he could wet a line. Upon getting out of our vehicle we were greeted with lots of bugling. No, not brass bugles. Elk! I'd read in the Payson paper yesterday that elk were in rut and thought nothing more of it. My intent for the morning was to find a nice sunny spot to catch up on some reading while Blake scared the trout. My plans quickly changed, however, as I made up my mind to find me some elk. I've only seen them "in the wild" near the South Rim and thought this would be a real treat. Never mind that I (a) haven't a clue about tracking elk and (b) have heard about photo-obsessed tourists getting killed by bulls in rut. This would be far more exciting than reading magazines! I crossed the creek to get to the east side and hiked in a northerly direction and about 1/4 of the way up the mountainside. Before long I came across a trail of sorts and continued on it. At first I thought it might be a path cut by cattle, but there didn't seem to be enough cow pies around and those that I did see were rather old. I did see, however, plenty of elk scat and some quite fresh. I also noticed numerous patches of matted grass where I guessed the elk had bedded down. Did I mention that I know nothing about elk and their habits? Anyway, I followed the path for well over a mile then had to make my way back to meet Blake for lunch. I crossed back across the creek and walked south along FS Road 188 to dine with my favorite (and, today, unlucky) angler. I never did see any elk but, at least in my imagination, I had just missed them. |
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