It is once again that time of year when the minds of many men and women living in North Idaho look to the hills and listen for the bugle of the Rocky Mountain Bull Elk. The trees have started to turn, there is a certain crispness in the air and something else..something subtle and undetected to most. Time is taken off work, hunting gear is carefully washed and bagged so as not to give off any human scent, bows and rifles are sited in, the excitement builds. Tents are packed, food is gathered, ice (0 comments)