





THE GRAND CIRCLE
By Jim Foster
Leaving Salmon, Idaho and driving east along the Lemhi River has been the foundation of many memorable adventures. The morning was crisp and cool with a mere wisp of a breeze. Deer and one lone moose watched my passing.
Nearing the community of Rexburg the sight of the Teton Mountains came into view. There was a haze against the mountains created by virtually hundreds of farm combines harvesting the mile after mile of wheat - amber waves of grain as the song goes.
After crossing the pass the town of Jackson Hole, Wyoming came into view - as usual I was again surprised how the town has grown. Each traffic light created a line of high-priced SUV, Land Rovers and the like. Many of these so-called off-road vehicles had never actually been used in four-wheel drive. Tourists were numerous while not one cowboy could be seen. Needless to say no stops were made.
Thoughts crossed my mind of Boots Allen and his son Dick who ran guided trips on the Snake River in the late 1960’s and early 1970’s. They also ran a general store where they did sold the Humpy dry fly Dick tied all winter. The story goes that Boots came to Jackson as a youngster riding on the back of a west bound wagon. A grand man he was.
At the edge of Jackson is the beginning of the National Elk Refuge. No elk were sighted due to the time of year but a pair of Trumpeter Swan did catch my attention and called for a stop - maybe add an entry for my second bird book.
Easing down the little embankment to the refuge fence my camera was soon rested on the fence. Another photographer was already set up and watching the swan so I quietly eased to the side out of his way. We exchanged quiet pleasantries and both took a few shots. As my time was somewhat limited I took several images of the feeding birds then moved on leaving the large waterfowl to fill his lens.
As the day progressed I searched for a reported large bull moose along the river and around several small lakes but the bull avoided my camera. The clouds over Grand Teton were forming so as a late afternoon activity I stopped and took several images of the mighty peak.
The next morning found me following the road away from the park and driving in the direction of Alcova, Wyoming to meet up with an old friend and past president of the Wyoming Guides and Outfitters Association, E.K. Bostick and his son Coulter.
The father son duo would be hunting with guide and now outfitter Jerry Lake on the Rattlesnake Grazing Association Ranch. E.K.’s plan was to have Coulter, a senior at Powell High School kill a trophy pronghorn.
I had hunted mule deer with Jerry near Cody so it was like old home week on this hunt.
On the first afternoon of the hunt Coulter did bring down a very respectable buck pronghorn with Jerry’s top guide Scott Martinez. That evening the sky showed signs of a weather change and by the time I had rolled out of my sleeping bag the next morning the weather had arrived. It was cooler and looked like the rain might follow any second.
We were the guests of Bob and Becky Martinez. Bob is the ranch ramrod and I must say I had second helpings of Becky’s biscuits and gravy the next morning.
Following breakfast a small group of Sage Grouse wandered close by and I grabbed a camera and did what I could considering the weather. These large birds make for some great hunting and I was happy to add them to my stock image files.
Coulter stayed in the bunkhouse while his dad, Jerry, Scott, and yours truly took off in search of a speed goat for E.K. At almost noon we spotted a nice buck.
After a round robin palaver E.K. decided he would give this one a try. The buck was standing at almost 400 yards and the rain had started to fall when E.K. settled the .270 on the shooting sticks. A split second later the buck was his.
After the photos, congrats’ and a large bowl of Becky Martinez’s “Cheeseburger Soup” we all pulled out for our respective homes- E.K. and Coulter for Powell, Jerry for his home in Thermopolis, and I for a hotel and a hot shower in Cody. The next day I would be in Yellowstone Park and then home.
Entering Yellowstone through the East entrance and driving to the Fishing Bridge area was uneventful with some bison and one mule deer buck but very little other wildlife. The drive around the lake to West Thumb was a beautiful drive but here again little wildlife.
Again between West Thumb and Old Faithful there was nothing to photograph but the scenery – not a bad thing except I live surrounded by great scenery. It was strange not to see the large herds of elk that usually greet the visitor. Could it be the much favored and highly contested gray wolf is bothering the Yellowstone elk herds?
A few miles further a group of 8 to 10 mature bull bison were standing guard over their cows and displaying to the other bulls just how big, tough, and how much dirt they could make airborne.
Following Grand Loop Road I did finely get to photograph one lone bull elk – a fantastic animal to be sure, after a brief few minutes wandered off into a stand of pines and was gone.
Leaving the park through West Yellowstone my attention was drawn to several of the Fly Shops so a bit of browsing was in order. Turning left on Highway 20, I was soon crossing the Idaho border leaving Wyoming and Montana and the Yellowstone behind.
A short while I crossed I-15 and an hour later crossed Gilmore Summit into the Lemhi Valley. The circle was now complete and Salmon was just down highway 28.
Home on the side of the mountain was just down the highway, a place to recharge and think about friends, travel, and the beauty of God’s nature.
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