Post by tkarter on Mar 13, 2013 22:39:24 GMT -5
I was Elk hunting in Southern Colorado where I grew up. It was an early snow and cold season. Nobody was finding the Elk.
I kept walking past where others had been going in search of Elk. I topped the hill ( Mountain for you flatlanders).
I see it fall off into aspen trees that fed into a small flat valley.
I say to myself tk go look down there and see if that is where those Elk are.
I sneak down searching carefully for Elk. I cut some sign of what looked like a good sized bull. I was slowly following the sign.
Something tells me I am going to see an Elk.
Well I did He was 20 yards away a 5x5 in his full winter glory. He was staring at me. When our eyes met he took off a running.
I might have been able to get a shot off but his running triggered about a 100 Elk stampede down the steepest hill on the other side of that flat I had ever seen.
So I sit down lit a smoke and pondered the next Elk hunt.
tk
I kept walking past where others had been going in search of Elk. I topped the hill ( Mountain for you flatlanders).
I see it fall off into aspen trees that fed into a small flat valley.
I say to myself tk go look down there and see if that is where those Elk are.
I sneak down searching carefully for Elk. I cut some sign of what looked like a good sized bull. I was slowly following the sign.
Something tells me I am going to see an Elk.
Well I did He was 20 yards away a 5x5 in his full winter glory. He was staring at me. When our eyes met he took off a running.
I might have been able to get a shot off but his running triggered about a 100 Elk stampede down the steepest hill on the other side of that flat I had ever seen.
So I sit down lit a smoke and pondered the next Elk hunt.
tk
