Back from elk hunting

I am back from a week in elk camp. A week that gave me 9 degree nights, stinging horizontal icy snow, visibility of less than one hundred feet at times, daily three to seven mile treks up and down at mile high plus altitude, and not one damn elk. Okay, I saw two fresh tracks. No recent sign, no rubs, no wallows, nada.

I am pissed. At Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife. For unethical business practices. More on this later...

Tonight, after driving for over five hours, I am tired.