Ok, so I suck at writing stories. It does take a little time butchering an elk by yourself
I had to flesh the hide, take it in for tanning & take in my head to be beetle cleaned for a euro mount. Busy, busy.
This elk hunt actually started 10 years ago when I met Scott (Hornhunter) on the bowsite when we traded some archery stuff. We have since grown into great friends, he is one of my best buds ever. He invited me to hunt in a spot in CO that year where he was goat hunting and I took him up on it. Of course he shot a nice goat that year.
That was a great decision on my part, it literally started a quest for an elk on public land that has taken my on one hell of a journey.
I have gone out there every year since.
Let me tell you about Scott. I have never met a anyone quite like him. First off, he is the toughest sob I have ever known. He NEVER complains about anything that hunting or the mountains throws at him. He has no quit. He has shot so many critters on the last hour of the last day of a long hunt, I figured that had to rub of on me sooner or later.
He knows hunting western critters & those mountains like you can not believe. His ability to read maps, navigate & figure elk out is uncanny. I have learned so much from him, he is the reason I killed this elk & have had numerous opportunities in the past. Cool stuff.
Him & his wife Janet have treated me like family and I am so grateful. Thanks, you guys are the best.
Scott & i started up to camp on the 12th of September. We backpacked into our spot on a nice day. We saw a few elk Monday evening( two monster bulls) & Tuesday we got into a few bulls. No shot opportunities were had. Wednesday brought fog so bad you could not see more than a few feet. Bad for navigating & seeing elk for sure.
Then came the rains or should I say monsoons. All afternoon, all night, next morning etc. We got soaked & decided to pack out & hunt some of the lower country. That proved to be a wise choice.