Highcountry BOWHUNTING
It would be a mission to get there, but the burning desire to find out what was in there was too much to ignore. I had looked at this area on a map and through the binos a hell of a lot from afar. For a hunter, there is always that desire to see what’s over the next ridge, or as you scan a topomap, you yearn to find that hidden spot.
The forecast was for an easterly wind flow, which in my neck of the woods brings cooler temperatures. This makes for earlier activity on the deer front and the hunter tends to enjoy himself a little more too. Things were starting to line up. My plan was simple – hunt all day, sleep under a bush and hunt my way back to
