If it wasn't for bad luck.......

Man, it seems to be stacking up to be one of those seasons where if it wasn't for bad luck we'd have no luck at all. Despite frigid temperatures, we spent the weekend in the high mountains in search of elk. On Saturday we spotted a great looking 6x6 and tried a stalk on him but by the time we reached the high snowy slope he called home, he was gone. Then Sunday, we got to within 125 yards of another great 6x6 and we could see his head and part of his neck and he only needed to take two more steps to expose his full shoulder. Vanessa had a bead on him and was just waiting when he suddenly turned around and slowly walked into the trees, offering no opportunity for a shot.