I'll try to keep this story quick and small.
A few years ago, our party of four had cow elk tags-unfilled after over a week of hard hunting. On our last morning to hunt, we decided to simply walk east out of camp in a fairly tight drive through what we knew to be a good morning route for elk, if there would only be some in the area. Well there was.
Before we lost sight of camp, a band of six, two of which were bulls, ran in front of us in easy range. I'll just say "OH JEESE"
When the dust cleared, litterally, the two bachelor bulls ran off by themselves. In this crazy godsend our group preformed admirably I am proud to say. We all shot elk, only cows, and though some of us put shots into elk that had already been wounded by someone else in our party, the fact is that we did a pretty clean job of tagging out in a flurry of shots.
Then we worked. All day we worked. Till dark we worked. Gutting, hauling, skinning, cutting, cleaning, hanging, bagging, MY GOD WE WORKED!
Now, the gut piles. The next morning, two of us decided to put a sneak on the gut piles in hope of catching some coyotes. Well, we were too late. Not only were the coyotes gone, but so were the guts. Every little bit was gone. The only thing left was the undigested stomach contents. I couldn't believe it. This was four large gutpiles, all within a quarter mile of our camp, in 24 hrs. Nature's clean-up crew really takes care of business. Judging from tracks, I think the birds did as much as the coyotes. I know I'll never worry about leaving a gutpile in the woods. jd