First thing. Parked and walked in. Got a good mile or so in and let out a bugle. I get an answer. My second season I'm excited. I run towards the elk. I close the distance to under 100 yards and it's a kid with what looked to be a firearm. He sees me and runs back to their truck setting off their car alarm. I know fire arms aren't allowed where I'm hunting so I back out and call the MIPS. 3 minutes later they speed out. As I'm on the phone with the MP's I walk into what's left of a poached elk. (Just the legs and a plastic bag). People with guns, high temps, poached animals I went back to my tree stand.