Voices in the Wilderness: The grizzly ate my lunch
My brothers and I do a good deal of elk hunting in the pockets above Blue Creek between Scotchman Peak and Scotchman Two. We usually hike up the ridge to a base camp and then move to a spike camp we have further back. While I was hunting there a few years back, I had a rather disquieting experience.
Because of a recent snowfall making the bear grass very slippery, we went in along the creek and then turned uphill to the pockets. I took my time hiking up to base camp, hoping I would find my bull and have an easy pack out. Once I got to base camp, I resigned myself that I would have to work for this elk also.
The snow made for slow going and I got to the spike camp about noon. We had food and camping supplies stashed here and I was looking forward to a hot lunch. As I approached the camp, I could see one of the blue tarps spread over the area.
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