Okay, now for the story....
When I first started bowhunting, I spent much time in a place the locals refer to as Makua. It's a public land hunting area that's open to bowhunting six months out of the year. In my opinion, Makua is not an easy hunt. Steep cliffs, hot weather and long hikes are to be expected.
For myself, I have a deep connection with this valley. It was where I learned to bowhunt. Hours were spent there, hiking, stalking and glassing. But due to the nature of the hunt, Staci and I had never hunted the place together. But for some reason last summer, Staci and I began talking about other areas to hunt. (At that point, we had been hunting together for about four years and she was able to keep up on every hunt.) We discussed the idea of hunting Makua. She sounded intrigued about the place, especially because I always talked about it.
At that time, we had one week before the season closed, so we decided to take a trip on the last open weekend. I told Staci that we would take it easy and stay on the low side. It was the end of the season, so just seeing anything on public land in the "low areas" would be a treat.
On the day of the maiden voyage, we took it slow and steady. Things were going well and we actually climbed higher than expected.
Check in Station
The Start of the Hunt
One of the Steeper Cliffs
Another View of the Valley