Moving into a brand new building this January was quite the event! We captured the three day process through the camera lens… it only took 10,369 photos stitched together to make this video!… READ MORE >
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This essay appears with permission from the RMEF in its entirety and as originally published in the July/August 2009 issue of Bugle Magazine. Please become a member of the Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation. Help protect the wild places where free ranging wild elk call home. Learn more at http://www.rmef.org/.
Bring on the LOCALS!
Saturday June 20th 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.
The Mystery Ranch Parking Lot is located in Bozeman Montana.
The Address is:
34156 E. Frontage Rd.
Bozeman MT 59715
50%-70% off. Hundreds of packs to sell. Hourly Give Aways, Free Hotdogs.
One of a kind Dana built prototypes and Mystery Ranch U.S.A Built 2nd’s will also be sold.
The best discounts will be available on CBMR packs and frames.
Here’s an example….. our Foliage CBMR Orion’s will be selling for $215.00….. and we have close to 50 total. These will go fast.
I’m sorry if you can’t attend!!! This sale is limited to packs sold in person from the sales event. I suggest calling a friend in Montana if you can’t make it!!! Sale is limited to stock on hand. Saturday only. All purchases are final, no returns no exchanges.
See you there!!!… READ MORE >
The bugle had been lingering in the background since jolting me awake at 1:24 a.m. I was growing impatient watching Andrew finish his breakfast. It was time to go.
We had glassed this bull and his 30 cows last night as they fed into a timber and sage covered meadow across the canyon. Exactly the situation we had been searching for, we sat down our packs and made camp.
While eating dinner, we watched as the herd began feeding their way toward the upper portion of the meadow. Above them, a brief ridgeline separated the herd’s meadow from a dark tract of timber that ran on for miles. In the mid-morning tomorrow, the elk would likely disappear into this area to bed. We knew catching up to them in the heavy timber would be difficult. Our best chance was to be above the herd at first light.
Andrew was still working on his breakfast as we began wading across the river. We were late, but the ridge leading us to the elk was direct and we made good time in the breaking dawn. Twenty minutes before shooting light, we dove off the ridge to our left, directly into a steady … READ MORE >
My sleeping bag looks more like a frozen loaf of bread this morning and less like the slightly lofted down sack I had once considered satisfactory for this adventure…. The word synthetic comes to mind. I definitely didn’t get the best sleep last night, and the spindrift has built up outside to somewhere around 18” and counting. Condensation from last night’s breathing has grown to extraordinary levels on the walls, and to be honest, each time someone bumps the tent, it’s hard to tell which side of the silnylon I’m on.
If we had any food, we wouldn’t be headed higher in weather like this, but we don’t, and it’s not something worth worrying about now.
A tough thousand feet later, the lack of calories and long gone comforts of base camp living have crept up on me. I’m forced to relinquish the post holing to Andrew only minutes after relieving him from the same arduous task. One look tells me he’s not 100% either, but we have little choice, and he’s stronger today. I am relegated to slowly following his tracks in the snow. Where has my power gone? I feel completely drained. Every few minutes I scan the … READ MORE >