took the Bronco out for a ride this afternoon when the wind died down from about 200 miles an hour to maybe 10.
a few rock chucks were showing their heads while hiding in the basalt rock cracks along the two lane highway.
I decided to check on the area I let sit idle all last year and it paid off with me getting 4 out of the 5 I shot at, and watching a couple more scoot off after getting within 150 yds. of them but being too slow getting the AR up in place for a shot.
I moved along to another area, and missed a 6th then made a good head shot at 200yds. on a 7th. and watched a couple more scoot again.
I tried to get a shot at a weasel for about 15 minutes, but he wouldn't stop moving and finally got down in a crack where I lost track of him.
I did shoot one ground squirrel before leaving the first area, and then took a head count on the ones that were out noting they are moving back into a couple of spots they haven't been in for about 5-6 years now.
I tried to scoot over to where the fire was last September, but there is a 4-5 foot tall snow drift blocking my way, and I had already slid my way through some of the slickest mud I've ever seen
[the Bronco has never slid around like that before, kinda fun, but not somewhere you wanna walk back to town from]
I cut up and around one of the farm's near the big lone mountain out there on the edge of the little chain that runs east-west, and run into a herd of about 50 Elk that looked like they had been running for a couple of hours.
they weren't sure where to go, and they surely weren't happy about me seeing them in the open like that.
so they dropped off a little ridge and made the mistake of cutting down where the road winds around so they run into me again, I kind of nudged them towards the water hole and waited them out giving them time to work their way around the big rock ledge knowing they'd find the water once they dropped down off the ridge on the other end.