We were riding off trail out of a real deep nasty canyon we had been hunting a big bull in and came across a bear kill/feeding site. The bull may have been injured by a bowhunter and died or just from old age,we couldn't tell for sure, but there was no doubt he had been dinner for a big bear. The tracks and scat were everywhere and you could clearly see where he had ripped open the rip cage to get to the good stuff. It was fresh enough that there was still a lot of blood, and the fur was still soft that was left.
Saturday we rode out from camp at 4am. We hunted several bulls and finally my brother that I was guiding(limited entry tag) who isn't much of a hunter got his bull. He had missed on 3 others earlier in the day. He is a competitive shooter who qualified for the Olympics, but he was afflicted mightily by buck fever. Finally he got his stuff together and drilled the nice bull you see him with in the picture. We shot the bull just before dark at around 7:30 or so and by the time we cleaned, loaded it on the horses and rode out we weren't back to the truck until 5am. It made for a long day and the horses were beat.
I included some pictures from some burns from the forest fires we had this summer that we rode by/through. Beautiful in there own way it is like being in a grave yard. The ash is 4-8 inches deep everywhere and the trees that are still standing look like ghosts. The devastation is so complete it almost seems unbelievable. The pictures really don't do it justice.
Its a great time to be in the mountains. The leaves are beautiful, the weather is perfect, and the elk are in full rut.