The smell

It is 4 am and the dew of the mountain side is soaking threw my Red Head boots,which are suppose to be water proof. I can feel a slight chill of the January night still in my lungs. I am still trying to find my way in the Cedars of the Rocky Mt.'s the bristles of the tree's are continuously hitting me in the face as I walk threw the brush.I have a sent of pheromone in the air is it,could it be,I hope it is an Elk. No small game that's for pussy's. It's Old Painless and me against the Mountain. To be continued.... Follow me on Twitter.