Here is a short photo essay of my 3rd season elk hunts in central Colorado. Thanks to everyone that came to help carry meat out of the woods.
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| Day two, I muffed this same bunch of cows around 9am, followed them till about 2pm, had given up and was snacking, when the herd made a mistake and tried to cross the open bowl behind me. |
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| The Outdoorsmans Pack carrying my daily gear, my rifle, two deboned shoulders, backstraps and tenderloins. I drug the hams as far as I could, then stashed them in a fir tree and came back the next day. |
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| Bloodied in battle, a heavy pack, and a long walk home in fresh snow. It's good to be an elk hunter. |
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| When the shooting was over I could only find 2 of the 3 cartridges fired. The next day, packing out the hams, I came across the picture above. I'm guessing a squirrel uncovered it and tried to take it up the tree but couldn't get a grip, so I got my brass. |
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| My first successful "following his tracks to his bed" type of hunt. |
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| The whole crew showed up to pack, even Baby Aina! |
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GRATEFUL
for family and friends, for mountains and OTC elk hunts. |
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