Elk Camp
This past September I earned my third invitation to elk camp with my son's hunting party. But this year was a bit different as all three hunters had their fathers along. The other two fathers are brothers and 40 year hunting partners; I was the lone angler. If my son was embarrassed that his father was a catch and release fly fisherman in a camp full of steely-eyed killers, he didn't let on. This year the hunters tackled a new river drainage to hunt and, again, Google Maps satellite view enabled me to do some pre-trip scouting and drop waypoints at the juiciest spots. The hunters have some pretty skookum map apps but I found that Google Maps gave me what I needed to scout fishy water and access. The Law The ATV that partially blocked the FSR was a bit of a puzzle as I approached, but when I saw the operator wore a holstered sidearm, it became clear that I was going to have my first encounter with a Conservation Officer in over 30 years. The CO waved me over, introduced himse...