My first foray into elk hunting has come to an end, having arrived home at 5:30am Saturday morning. Given only a week to explore the Medicine Bow National Forest in south-central Wyoming, I feel I was able to get the most I could out of the opportunity and I’m left with one simple reflection. I’m hooked.
I’m hooked on the adventure of chasing an animal the size of a horse through the most rugged terrain I’ve ever experienced while hunting. Hooked on the adrenaline felt at hearing the screaming bugle of a bull elk shake the forest from less than 20 yards away. Hooked at how quickly the mountains can turn the highest of highs to the deepest low. In a word…hooked.
I’ve been planning, on some level, this hunt for years. Ever since my grandfather first mentioned an interest in heading west to chase elk (he never made it), my father and I have talked about a trip of our own. Determined not to let “someday” end the same way it did for my grandfather, I undertook the responsibility of planning our first elk adventure.
Site selection, applications, equipment (including a few purchases), personal training and practice, packing, hunting techniques, lessons learned, and everything it took to make the trip a success will be discussed in the next few posts. Stay tuned.