Steve, welcome back! I hope you and yours are well.
Hey fellas! We are going into the second week of the elk season. Due to my Achilles complications, I won’t be able to hunt my high country for elk for the first time in almost 20 years. Pop is up there though and my oldest son Isaiah has been with him on the weekends. I have been out at least five times in a lower location and have seen three cows. I have yet to hear a bugle, except the offerings of some local hunter who thinks that bull elk bugle every 8 seconds! 😯
Still, despite my infection, once these bulls really get going, I know that an opportunity will present itself, which in many ways, is the essence of what we all do. Its currently raining outside, wiping away all human scent from the past week. Its raining so hard that the elk are definitely bedded down and I imagine that their hormones are building with every moment underneath that tree…For the first time in my life I haven’t been able to hunt physically the way I have always have. As a result, I have a profound appreciation of just being out there in it. Grateful for any opportunity just to experience elk country. Yet, my fangs are showing. You never know. I really believe that there will be a bull in front of me at some point, God willing, I will be ready.
