My First Elk Story to my Next Elk Story (Fly In?)

After a thoroughly deep investigation into my sordid past, where data was thoroughly analyzed and synthesized, I’ve been approved for my suppressor. They didn’t share the details, but the rumor is that their were lots of arguments and even a vicious game of rock paper scissors to decide. Deadair OTB here we come!
 
Lesson learned. Scouting is good. 😝 We spent last weekend covering territory. Drive, hike, glass or a variation on repeat. Eliminated a ton and are focused on a few. Thank you to those chucking out ideas. Saw elk, deer, and more. Talked to some people.

I have a plan for next week. Prayers up and enjoy the ride.
 
Lesson learned. Scouting is good. 😝 We spent last weekend covering territory. Drive, hike, glass or a variation on repeat. Eliminated a ton and are focused on a few. Thank you to those chucking out ideas. Saw elk, deer, and more. Talked to some people.

I have a plan for next week. Prayers up and enjoy the ride.
Might get a lil sticky out there Friday but should be excellent elk hunting weather opening weekend. Godspeed! Can't wait to see the story!
 
Lesson learned. Scouting is good. 😝 We spent last weekend covering territory. Drive, hike, glass or a variation on repeat. Eliminated a ton and are focused on a few. Thank you to those chucking out ideas. Saw elk, deer, and more. Talked to some people.

I have a plan for next week. Prayers up and enjoy the ride.

Best of luck and sweet rig! I just got back from a pretty wild three weeks out west that culminated in a story that you've reminded me shoukd really be written down while it's fresh. Appreciate the motivation and hope you find a stud out there!
 
Well, loading back up in the AM tomorrow. I have to go check on my Mom first. She was in the hospital yesterday with another bout of atrial fib. All seems “okay.”

Last sight in check with the new suppressor. Very happy. Totally changes the way it shoots. It slows recoil to a rolling thump, less muzzle rise, and no startling bang. It makes an extended whoosh… to be expected I guess.
 
Well, loading back up in the AM tomorrow. I have to go check on my Mom first. She was in the hospital yesterday with another bout of atrial fib. All seems “okay.”

Last sight in check with the new suppressor. Very happy. Totally changes the way it shoots. It slows recoil to a rolling thump, less muzzle rise, and no startling bang. It makes an extended whoosh… to be expected I guess.
After getting one, you'll want one on every rifle you shoot!

Good luck, take lots of pics and write everything down. Looking forward to following along!
 
A quick update. Ish….

Opening week was an awesome adventure. My bro was able to hunt half with me. I hiked somewhere between 50 and 60 miles. I drove hundreds trying new spots. I have some new thoughts on Block Management. I saw hundreds of bulls, and some even on public land. I passed on some decent mule deer bucks and made some new friends. A crazy old bowhunter, Captain Kirk. Currently the plan is to head back on Friday. My wife is supporting me in giving it my all. My body has treated me well, and I’ve learned lots of lessons.

I am playing the boundary game. It is fun and can be frustrating. I’m not sitting on some road and hoping for a fence jump. I’m hiking and finding nooks and crannies. I sat and watched “Tyson” for over an hour from a cliffband, just to watch him walk the wrong direction. I actually love that he had multiple busted tines. Just a sign he’s an bada$$. Everything was right. 188 yards onto private, but in an area where the border doesn’t matter to the elk so much. About 400 yards from me with a meadow on public between us. The wind was perfect. I had hiked about 3 miles into a roadless area tracking two other mature 6 points that I never caught up with. I was blessed to have him and another bull nap in front of me. I didn’t realize what a stud he was until he stood up. The volume of scars on his rib cage and the way he walked was astounding. The raghorn looked like a whitetail next to him. Maybe I can track him down… I have another location with a palmated bull I named “Moose.” I would give my left nut, and right for that matter, to harvest either. My goal stays the same though, a mature bull.

I will type all this up when the season ends. Hunting season is evidence that God loves us.
 

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