If you read about my elk hunt from this past September, you already know how much of a grind it was for me. The toughest hunt mentally I have ever done. 14 days straight in the field with more ups and downs than a roller coaster. It was a humbling experience to say the least and I am so glad that I had the privilege of going through it. Below is the video of that very hunt and a constant reminder for me that I will never have it all sewn up. Follow along with my brother Jake and I as we chase elk in our home state of Arizona. Enjoy the video!
First thing in the morning, I had 2 very good friends show up to help track down the bull elk. I couldn’t have been more grateful for them donating their Saturday to me. When you find good hunting partners, hold on for dear life. They are far and few. We made our way over to the scene of the crime and got on blood right away. After 500 yards of tracking, the blood came fewer and farther between. With hard work though, we kept pushing forward finding a drop here and a drop there. We followed the bull’s tracks for a great deal of the way, which led us to more blood. After almost a mile and 6 hours later though, I came to the conclusion that I didn’t kill that bull. This is the part of bowhunting, and hunting for that matter, that nobody likes. If you do this long enough though, it is bound to happen. I practice shooting my bow all year long and still things happen. What actually happened though wouldn’t hit me until the next morning though.
There is a part of me that would want to start this story out the day I arrived in elk camp this year here in Arizona. However, it just doesn’t start there. The area that I drew my tag in has become one of the most special places to me. I frequent it year round and have had many firsts come to life right in those very hills. The first time I ever saw an elk bugle happened right there. I remember him trotting and bugling at the same time. Like he was trying to assert his dominance over the herd. The first deer I ever took the life from happened 300 yards away from that. It was a coues spike that meant the world to me. Not a mile away from that, I wrapped my tag around my first bear. An experience that lit a fire under me that still burns bright today. Now, it was my turn to try my hand at elk hunting in these hills that I’ve called a second home.
Fall hunting seasons are just getting kicked off and it is an exciting time of year, to say the least. The very moments we have been dreaming about and training for all year are about to present themselves. Maybe, we will capitalize on them and maybe we won’t. Time will deliver us that truth when it sees fit. That time I spend away from home usually wears me down pretty good mentally. While I do enjoy the disconnect of TV, social media, cell phones, and just people, I can’t help but get struck with a bit of homesick. I think it is necessary to feel this though.
The term “OTC Tags” is one that is growing more popular everyday in the hunting community. For those of you that don’t know what that stands for, it means “over the counter.” It is getting increasingly harder to draw tags through lottery systems. I don’t think it is going to start heading in the other direction anytime soon. We spend a ton of money every year on bows, clothing, optics, you name it. Hours and hours are spent at the range shooting our rifles and sighting in our archery equipment. For a lot of folks, myself included, it is disheartening when you invest so much time and money into something, only to be told you can’t go hunting this season. Not going hunting is just not an option on the table in my house. This is why I focus most of my attention on OTC tags.
I am sure we have all heard about the threats facing our beloved public lands. These are the places you and I have been making precious memories for years. That first time you heard a bull bugling during the month of September and how it sent shivers down your spine. How you watched a black bear meticulously pick acorns off of a tree or bush. The first time you watched an arrow sail into the vitals of your quarry. These are just examples of some of the things that you might have witnessed while out and about on public land. If we didn’t have public lands or access to them, I seriously question if I would even be telling you this.
Last September I decided to do something that I had been dreaming about for years, but never had the nerve to pull the trigger on. I went on my first out of state hunt for elk in the backcountry of Colorado. That might not seem like a big deal to a lot of you, but for me it was. It made me leave the comforts of my home state in Arizona and the hunting grounds that I’ve grown so familiar with. These are the spots that have helped me grow as a hunter. Within them, I’ve had more “firsts” than I can recall at this moment, which is probably why I’ve become so attached. They’ve also beaten me into the dirt more times than I can count. My decision to “fly the coop” was an intimidating one, but one that I don’t regret a single bit. Being a new elk hunter, on top of being new to backpack hunting, weighed heavily in the back of my mind. Would I even be able to find elk? Did I have what it takes to stay over a week in Colorado’s backcountry? After getting over the hullabaloo and actually making this hunt happen, I came away with way more than I thought. The accomplishment I felt once I got back to my truck, knowing that I just did what I did was incredible.
With Thanksgiving now in the rear view mirror, it got me thinking. So much has happened in the past 11 months that I have to be thankful for, both in the field and out. With our fast paced way of life, it’s sometimes hard to realize what’s in front of us. At least for me it is. For example, I get so amped up about everything involved in a trip, from planning it to actually being out there in the field hunting, that I forget to slow down and take in what is going on in my life at that very moment. I’m too worried about where the elk are or why this bear hasn’t hit this water source yet. Little things like, the fact that I am physically able to hike back into the areas I go. Some people aren’t so fortunate. Another that comes to mind are the things that I get to witness while out in the field. Some people will never get to see the steam like breath of a bull elk hit the cold morning air as he bugles and makes his presence known. That is a sight to behold. I’m also extremely grateful that I actually have the time to get out in the field as much as I do. I hear how some folks can only hunt 2 weeks a year, and while I would do the same if I had to, I can’t imagine only being able to hunt that amount of time. For me, it would feel like suffocation.
I’ve decided to do something a bit different for this post then previous ones that went over my hunts. On this trip, I actually kept a journal while out in the field and I think it turned out pretty neat. I might end up doing this a lot more in the future, just because of the genuine point of view that it offers with the play by play perspective. This was not only my first out of state hunt, it was my first archery elk hunt, along with my first extended backpack hunt. My brother and I packed into the Colorado backcountry for a week in hopes of making some awesome memories and arrowing my first bull. We ended up doing both…..technically. Enjoy.
Finding a good hunting partner can sometimes be just as difficult, if not more difficult than hunting itself. A lot of things have to lineup between two people in order for it to work. This became all too apparent when I really got into all of this. Up until a certain point, I had always hunted with another person. As the fire grew inside of me to be out in the field though, I came to a fork in the road. Either I was going to not go out at all or I needed to go out alone. I chose the latter and throughout my adventures have really grown to love hunting on my own. Even with that being the case, I still enjoy getting out into the mountains with good friends and family. After all, that is how I ended up loving hunting as much as I do in the first place.
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