Two years ago, a terminally ill friend wanted hunting partners to accompany him to his 'spot'. He can't get around too well and uses an ATV. I topoed the area then Google Earthed the area. The maps showed where not to hunt-too close to roads, with a lot of ATV trails all over the place. BUT, there were a few good spots to ambush an elk. After the Division of Wildlife sends the elk a telegram outlining who is coming and when they are coming, the elk get more nocturnal than usual and hold up in the steepest, downed timbered, highest elevation around. What to look for: heavily forested north slopes, west slopes. They will bed down on a point above steep slopes, one slope fairly open, with escape routes into the dark timber on the other slope or by running higher. Look for a point with enough 'level' ground to park a pickup. They will feed at night during hunting season, but generally feed downhill a considerable distance from their bedding area, depending on hunting pressure. A good idea is to find one of these points about 4 AM and wait for them there. They will take a small feed late morning and will become active about 10-12 noon, look for small areas where the forest is open enough for ground grazing, get there before 10 and set up in the edge and make meat. Above all, when hunting, be flexible, try something that makes absolutely no sense at all and you just might bust an elk. Cow elk are more numerous than the bulls, but the bad news is that they have survived more seasons than the bulls and are more wary, especially the lead cow. For moisture, elk seem to stay away from noisy streams, which makes sense since they depend as much on their ears as their noses for safety. Look for swampy, boggy areas. During the muzzy season it still may be hot, and the bogs are cooler and are quiet. The bulls roll around in the mud-some elk version of cologne. Where there are bulls, cows are nearby.
The maps should show no roads, paved or dirt, no ATV trails. We did get into elk one day while hunting with the above mentioned friend. Bulls were bugling and a big herd was moving up right near camp. The Queen ( my wife not the friend) and I ran uphill, passed the herd and set up where the map told us we had to be, no small feat. Too bad we were about 100 yards shy of where we needed to be. As complete as maps and Google Earth were, they didn't show us the trail the elk used, but they got us close. Looking back, we should have scouted the terrain on foot prior to season. We found the elk trail about an hour after the herd passed us. That's why we call it 'hunting'.