Jerry, as usual, has done a first-class job of summarizing each day of our Elk Hunt Adventure….and every day was different for each of us. My last elk hunt was 8 years ago. Of all of the elk hunts that I have done, in Arizona, Colorado, and Montana, this hunt was probably the hardest. For some unknown reason the altitude affected me more than on any of the other hunts….I had trouble with the climbing, not with my legs, but with catching my breath. Is it possible that age is catching up with me?….maybe, but I’m not ready to admit that yet.
The walk out from our hunt area, on the first hunt day, in the slippery, slimy “Siberian Snake Shit” was very difficult. I was so pooped out that I just ate my supper and went to bed…..and, asleep prolly less than a minute. This became the pattern for me almost every night.
Looking at the hunt in its entirety, this was a true hunt, from start to finish….as our host, Roger, said in his welcome talk, “Elk hunting in this camp ain’t for sissies”. We worked hard everyday, well almost everyday, from before first light to well past sunset….in and out of hunt areas in pretty much total darkness. I did sit at the lodge on Wednesday afternoon so that Tom wouldn’t have to be alone….what a guy right?
For the first time during all of my elk hunts, I was unable to enjoy my traditional evening spot of scotch. Tom and I did have one scotch with the only successful hunter in camp on the afternoon I did not hunt (actually, I may have had two - good single malt Loch Lomond scotch).
This was a great hunt, with good food, excellent guides and outstanding company…I had a great time despite the difficulties….at age 86, am I finally done elk hunting?…..NOPE!!
LAR
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