When Clyde drew a coveted tag this spring and asked if I would go in with him, there was no hesitation. Yes. We hauled in a back-country camp on our backs in the rain yesterday. Dad came along for the hike. It was a stormy day high on a wild, windswept ridge and he couldn't resist the adventure of it all. Tent, water, stove, fuel and some food are ready for next weekend. Saw some big bulls and a beautiful jet-black bear. We're camped on the top of the world, next to some of the best elk habitat in the neighborhood. It's beautifully rough county. I'm glad there are horses on stand-by if we get lucky, because there are some damn awful places in there to put that much meat on the ground.
