Well, it seems like the last year went by in a blur. I must apologize for letting my website go by the wayside. I would like to commit more time to it, but I have too many irons in the fire right now.
Unfortunately, this year I didn’t keep a journal while I was hunting elk in Colorado. The main reason is because the hunting was so poor for the majority of the trip. In the first week and a half I only saw a cow and two calves. I walked over 120 miles in 10 days. The pressure had moved all of the elk to greener pastures, and we all went in search of those pastures. I ended up on the top of two different 12,000-foot peaks in my search. On the second to last day of the hunt, we finally located a few places where the elk had found refuge, but it was about a three hour walk from camp………….one way. There was no way I wasn’t going back to give it a whirl.
The journey was worth getting sore feet. The final day I had four bulls bugling at me and standing within 25 yards of my position. As I waited to get a better shot than the one that I could have taken, Brian released an arrow, then another, and the elk scattered all over across the high-country meadow.
I think it might have been the best morning I’ve ever experienced while elk hunting, and I’ve experienced some incredible things in the last 30 years. Our hunt went from one of the worst hunts ever to one of the best ones in a matter of a day. I can’t wait for next year.