Pausing before peering over the final ridge I concentrated on my breathing. If my plan had worked, I’d be in the middle of 100+ elk and I knew the hunt would go down quickly. The wind was blowing perfectly into my face, the snow provided a quiet path up the side of the mountain, and I had found enough of a drainage to conceal myself as I closed the final 800 yards.
“This is the spot” I said as I put my truck in park and grabbed my fishing pole. Blake and Eric had a surprised look on their face as they gathered their gear and watched me make a v-line for the creek. A small stream of water that you can step over suddenly turns into a pool of water with the help of a beaver damn. Not exactly what you would expect for a honey hole in Colorado, but I had been here before and knew it would produce.
A top priority of mine is to go on at least one hunting trip every year. Typically, I go out west to chase elk, mule deer or antelope. Hunting trips are what keep me motivated throughout the year because I know it is going to be an adventure. I know I will improve my hunting skills. I know I will have fun. And I know I will create stories that I can tell for years to come.
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