There were eight hunters on this trip-five gun writers, the president of an optics company, a retired sales manager, and a building contractor. The last two men were older than I am, which is old indeed. We were collected at a motel in Bozeman and driven through Livingston to Gardiner, and then through Yellowstone Park to the trailhead, where the hunters whose places we were to take rode down to meet us. They were red-faced, bundled to the eyes, and had the look of men who have been cold for a long time. We learned from them that the weather for the past week had been bitter, so cold that they could not stay on stand for long, and that the party had collected one elk.