Sunday started out like any other day (when your in a tent over 10,000 feet in the Rockies). There was some snow overnight but maybe things will get moving. By 8:30 that aforementioned snow was alternating between blowing sideways and blowing upwards. How am I gonna shoot an elk when I can't see 25 yards? Back to the tent. These were taken Monday morning. And for the third year now I climbed to over 11,000 feet. That's what you call hunting with an altitude.
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