The Luck of the Lookout: Hunting Montana Part 1

I have had the privilege of being part of manyback in the middle of nowhere. Just enjoying the
wonderful hunts. Regardless of whether tagsride, we casually talked amongst each other. Dad
were filled or not, they all have special memoriesran his camera like crazy. The wild was taking age
to me of which I find myself often reliving andoff and he rode around like a teenager on his first
enjoying. Of all these hunts, my trip to Montanadate. Norm talked about different stories of past
will forever be branded as the best hunt of myhunts, tips on surviving if we get lost, and what
life. I have yet to see anything come together asnot to do when we meet up with a Grizzly. I took
perfectly as it did here.particular notice that he didn't say "if". The
Our hunting party met up in Choteau 7lazyPweather was pleasant and the Bob welcomed us
Ranch in the middle part of November. Therein with open arms.
were four of us in total; myself, my brotherWe didn"t make it into camp until late afternoon,
Derek, Dad, and cousin Norm. Being from Montanabut what awaited us was more than we could
and accomplished packer, Norm was the host ofhave hoped for. Norm spotted them from about
the event. He and dad had been in the weeka mile away. Grazing on the hill where our horses
earlier to set camp and prepare for our arrival.would be kept was the main herd of elk.
Derek and I had hoped to join them earlierHundreds of them simply enjoying the last of the
however our employers didn't agree with ourafternoon sun. Abandoning any notion of getting
desired absences. It didn't matter; I was justthings unpacked before dark, we tied the horses,
excited to be coming along. Originally, I didn't thinkpulled rifles, and set to hunting. This had the
I would be able to join the hunt and missed thepotential of being a very good start.
initial draw from which the other members of myUnfortunately, someone else thought so as well.
party received coveted Deer and Elk combo tags.As we began to make our approach, the crack of
As I found my schedule clearing with the hunta rifle broke the still of the evening and with a
approaching, I put in for a left over tag. Chancesthunderous scramble, the herd was gone. A small
were slim but 4 weeks before we were to leave,group of guided hunters had been hunting on the
Montana Fish and Wildlife contacted me saying Ifinal day of their hunt when they had stumbled
had been selected to receive a combo tag as wellacross the big group. Unfortunately, they couldn"t
if I still desired it. I couldn't write them a checkmake their shots and left the next day empty
fast enough.handed. Except for the occasional ranger, they
As we left Choteau, one of Norm's Montanawould be the last people we saw until we
buddies said, "4 Elk and 4 Deer? That'll be a hell ofdeparted 2 weeks later.
an order to fill!" He was right, it was an unusuallyThe next day was quickly planned out. The elk
warm year in Montana with average Novemberwere obviously in and it was agreed we should
temps around 25-30 degrees F. The elk weren'thunt close to camp. With a little luck, we should be
following their normal patterns and few had beenable to get at least one in the morning light. We
taken in the area we were hunting. Undaunted,stowed gear, fed horses, and went to bed. Even
we saddled up our horses and the hunt was on.though we were worn out from the days ride,
The shear splendor of the Bob Marshall is worthsleeping was difficult as excitement poured
the trip and would forever have kicked myselfthrough us like little kids before Christmas
for missing it. Within just few miles, I felt like Imorning. But like any hunt, things can always
rode back in time about 150 years. The amazingchange. While we slumbered in our cots, the elk
abundance of wildlife and the complete lack ofcame down from the hill, trekked the flat, and
any other human contact made the stresses ofcrossed the Sun River into the no-hunting area of
regular life disappear along with the civilization wethe Preserve. They would not be seen for quite
left behind. Our destination was about 25 milessome time.