Last hunt of the season

The morning began at 10º but bright and clear. The hunt began on snow that squeaked so loud that our steps could be heard for a mile away, giving the game a big head start and they left nothing but tracks. So, I brought back only photos, with is really what I go out for in the first place. Following is a few taken from along a 5 mile hike along the bottom part of McCully Ridge in the Thompson River drainage above Fishtrap Creek.