Looking back on the path which led me to where I am today. Starting my elk hunting experience in this great state back in 2014 was truly a blessing that I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to fully comprehend, but, nonetheless, I’m extremely grateful for somehow ending up in New Mexico. The fair winds of good fortune blew me in the right direction, and I landed in an elk hunting paradise.
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As you know, most hunts actually start long before the opening day of the season. With highly controlled tag allocations, seemingly endless numbers of hunt choices, and low draw odds, the hunt in New Mexico actually starts with your application.
Back in March the NMDGF draw deadline was looming, and by that I mean it was only 2 hours away, when I asked my coworker, Alan, if he’d put in for his tags yet. “Nope,” he replied. That’s just unacceptable behavior for someone who lives in arguably one of the best, if not THE best elk hunting states in the union. I already had my applications in for a few weeks and had been talking with Alan about putting in for elk together.
He’d hunted elk in Colorado OTC units numerous times and was able to kill a cow, but had never been able to seal the deal on a bull. I convinced him, with minutes to spare, to add his name to my application. If we drew, we’d hunt in NM. If we didn’t, we’d go to Colorado OTC. My elk hunting goal for 2019 would be to get Alan an elk, preferably a bull, hopefully a nice one.
When draw results came out, we learned we’d not only drawn a tag, but we’d drawn our first choice! A second season archery, high demand, quality hunt with very limited tags. Draw odds were really low, but we were the lucky ones! I was pumped! I’d dreamt of hunting that unit for a long time, and now it was going to be a reality.
After the initial excitement wore off, the pressure of wanting to provide Alan with a great elk hunting experience started to weigh on me. I’d never been to the unit before and being on the other side of the planet, scouting wasn’t an option. Work kept me busy, and my ability to E-scout was severely hampered by numerous technical limitations. It was frustrating, but I managed to narrow it down to two areas. Both looked good and the day before heading up to the mountains (two days prior to the start of the hunt) I literally flipped a coin to decide which place we’d hunt. If the first area was full of hunters or just wasn’t what I’d thought it would be, I’d still have enough time to switch to the other area.
I could have physically scouted the area instead of hunting in Oregon, but I’d rather hunt than scout. I felt confident in my e-scouting, and we kept our expectations realistic. I was going to hold out for a nice bull. If it wasn’t as big or bigger than anything I’d killed before, I wasn’t going to shoot it. I was prepared to leave my tag unfilled if a nice mature bull didn’t give me an opportunity. My first priority was to get Alan an opportunity. My only concern was whether or not I could convince him to pass on cows and spikes. I was confident we’d have no shortage of opportunities at branched antler bulls, and if the elk were going to act like NM elk we’d have plenty of bugles to chase. If everything worked out as I planned, we wouldn’t even have an opportunity to shoot a cow.
