Went with Bryce and Tara into Buffalo Hump this weekend. They both drew moose tags so I went along to help. We didn't see any moose, just some sign. We camped at Wild Horse Lake campground, and drove to the end of the road Saturday. The road to Wild Horse is bad enough, but the last 18 miles is one of the worst mountain roads I've ever been on. It isn't just rough, it is down right hazardous. The crazy thing is that people have cabins back there and actually have managed to drag the materials back there to build them. The worst part is called devils stair case, and we had to walk the 4-wheelers up some of it, and winch the 2 wheel drive timberwolf to make it. After the ride Tara watched a meadow for a moose and I went for a hike to try and do a little elk calling even though I didn't have a bow or a tag for that area. After finding a good spot and calling for about 15 minutes a little 5 point came in. He was so confused that there were no cows waiting for him that I could barely get him to spook off, and he stood there stairing at me for about 20 minutes or so. I talked to Tara on the radio while he staired at me, changed batteries in my camera, and yelled at him and he just couldn't figure out what to do since I think he was so convinced a cow should be there. He wasn't a big bull, but it was fun. Video of the bull also on myspace here is the link http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&VideoID=42415155
Follow Bryce and Tara into Buffalo Hump.
. . . To him who has once tasted the reckless independence, the haughty self-reliance, the sense of irresponsible freedom, which the forest life engenders, civilization thenceforth seems flat and stale. Its pleasures are insipid, its pursuits wearisome, its conventionalities, duties, and mutual dependence alike tedious and disgusting. The entrapped wanderer grows fierce and restless, and pants for breathing-room. His path, it is true, was choked with difficulties, but his body and soul were hardened to meet them; it was beset with dangers, but these were the very spice of his life, gladdening his heart with exulting self-confidence, and sending the blood through his veins with a livelier current. The wilderness, rough, harsh, and inexorable, has charms more potent in their seductive influence than all the lures of luxury and sloth. And often he on whom it has cast its magic finds no heart to dissolve the spell, and remains a wanderer and an Ishmaelite to the hour of his death.
Francis Parkman
Francis Parkman
Monday, September 8, 2008
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Neat footage of the elk! I can't wait to come out and try our luck and skill out -- we take off Friday to check out the fun of North Idaho in the fall. I'll send you some pics if we do any good. Good luck yourself!
That cabin over the lake was built by my girlfriends dad. He then sold it and built another not far away. He said he hauled the materials in on a Polaris mule. He lives up there during elk season, he is from NC.
That cabin is owned by Barney Oldfield. I belive there are 3 cabins that are owned by him on top of the Hump.
And another that is owned by Larry Allen.
No matter who ownes them.. The Hump is some of the best country in Idaho.. my next trip to the top is Aug 6,7,8,9 of 2010.
Barney Oldfield bought two of those cabins from Charles Veach. He is the only man alive that would think of building a cabin like that with his bare hands. Barney is in the PROCESS of building a 3rd over the lake with the help of alot of locals. Charles fled the area due to too many people.
Love the pics and great blog. I tried to get over the Hump last July on my dualsport and the water was running right down the middle of the road at 7200 feet. Had to tun around and head towards Graingeville. Hoping to get another try this year. I just love the PNW for this exact kind of country.
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