I always hated fall for the few yrs that I lived in Oregon,an amazing amount of firearm mishaps kept me out of the cascades and coastal range hikes.And if I had to have a high mtn fix,than I wore a baseball cap that was very close to flourescent pink and most importantly put colorfull bandanas on the dawgs.
Speaking of Elk,I remember one time walking thru an old small burn area in the Hills Creek drainage,and wondering why my dog was barking strangely,5 seconds later he came bombing over the hill and kept going past me at a high rate of speed.Hot on his butt was with a decent size buck with his rack down in snow plow mode.
It seemed to me that the bull had things well in hand, and if he'd really wanted to toss my dawg there was still some more throttle left in reserve.
No harm done to devil dawg,just a very humble dawg for a while.
One of those"wish I had a camera moments"
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