Ive lost many, found some.Heres one, last day rifle season finds me deep in wilderness area, I cut up this ridge to meet guy from other side.While on top I heard bull bugle down where Id been, this late November, 6-8 '' snow. My buddy shows up and we gain more on ridges, a cow steps out and the bow hunter in me looks thru bin then nice bull crosses.YAH ,Im dumb last day hiking. Get kinda arguing with my bud,sya he could shot, said why didn't you? He's talking tot loud. I say Im going back down where I heard elk bugle, he says Im nuts elk aren't talking its winter.Then I look down in bottom and I see a bull stand up, then another.We get them.Super steeple put our crampons on and go down and 1/4 them.Pack out next day with small army of friends. When I get to truck I see only one Ivory in skull, had 2. Go back next spring, bout 3 miles up no trail canyon, my pup dog barely cross creek, get washed down once. Ribbin here and there last time on pack out.Im up where I think I took break and tossed elk head down, look and there the ivory.