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" Well you just go back."....my journey through elk country

Hatchie Dawg

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2011
"It was very cold that night and for the first time I really suffered. I'm not sure if the bag was getting some condensation problems or if it was just the temp but I hardly slept at all. I know it was 8 deg in town and I was well above that. Anyway I was miserable. I got up a little late but hustled on over to a spot near a small saddle. I was freezing and prayed for the sun. About 30 minutes into the legal day the first bull elk I had ever seen walked into a bit of light. He was way out but coming right at me. He eased into some oak brush at about 400yds but came out on my side at 300. He appeared to be a nice 5x5 and had gotten snow on his back coming through the brush. His antlers rocked back and forth and his mane swung as he shook the snow off. The wind was howling and it was still very cold as I tried to steady the crosshairs over his back. All the work, expense, blisters, numbness, burning, aching, and homesickness coming down to that one moment, right there.

I couldn't take the shot. I was too cold and too excited. The wind was too hard and the animal was too big and beautiful. I pulled off and hoped for the better shot that never came.
I finished the day on the mountain but knew I wouldn't spend another. I had been away from home more than a week, up one steep hill or another seven days in a row and been in the tent 5 days. I was homesick and spent. I made it down to the car threw the pack in the back and made it to the interstate before too late. I was on my way home. I was happy and almost in tears at the same time. In the end, for at least a time, the image of that bull rocking his antlers and shaking his mane will have to be enough. I learned a lot. I will be much harder to beat next year."

2012 a cow this year....first elk
"In the end I didn't get that big bull of course. But the relief and satisfaction that ran through me when I saw "my elk" was down still has not fully receded these several days later. My obsession with this hunt took on almost unhealthy levels. At any moment the past year I would be likely to look up at my wife and say"if we go in this way" or "if we get to this place, I think...." or "I talked to the biologist today and he said....". Nightly sessions of staring at maps and the computer were all to common, replacing the things I should have been doing.

I guess I was not the big bull hunter that I thought I might be, but I am an elk hunter now. From a long way off, my friend and I went west and got it done. We hunted rough country and didn't see another soul the entire time. We found the animals, killed them and got the meat and gear out on our own and I take pride in that, a lot of pride really.

As I sit here organizing my thoughts over a Deep South and Mountain West combination of muscadine wine and elk steak I don't think I would change a thing about the hunt. Would I have preferred the big bull to have stepped out of the aspen, well heck yeah, who wouldn't, But would I change anything I did? Hell no. For the first time in about two years I am at peace with this elk thing."

2014
"I will admit that I go to Colorado to kill elk and it is hard for me to look at the trip as anything but a failure. The mindset is a weakness of mine but I can't help being me. It is what it is. Time had to pass before I could write about the hunt. I have to force myself to look at the good side and the things we learned and accomplished and they are there for sure, but the bottom line still gnaws at me. Elk hunting is the hardest thing that I do physically and mentally. I don't use a guide. I hunt on foot in a part of a designated wilderness that most avoid and my success rate believe it or not is actually higher than average for CO, even including the ranch and guided hunts. But, I am not as sure of myself as I once was. I can try as hard as I can try and still come up empty. Again it is what it is and I have to accept that or move on to something else.

On the way down that last evening my mind was running and I was mulling the thought that maybe this was too tough for me and I needed to find another way. Maybe a guide was needed or maybe someplace flatter or not quite so backcountry. Now I am a bit sentimental. One only has to look at the drivel I've put on this board over the years to realize that. I am a little superstitious and even believe in signs regarding the outdoors. I would be better served just looking at the cold hard facts, then analyze and calculate, but I can't seem to do that. As we reached the trailhead and the truck, my mind was made up. I was not going to take this trip again. I needed something easier, something with better odds. Maybe I could take a guided hunt every few years instead of the hunt on my own just about every year. Maybe I could find some ranch hunt that I could afford. As we dumped loads and unsaddled the stock, I opened the truck door, stuck in the key and turned on the radio. At that moment an 80s song was getting to the chorus line. " In a big country.... dreams stay with you... Like a lover's voice... fires the mountainside... Stay alive" It was hokey, but I sat and listened as Big Country hammered out the lyrics to their only big hit, fate or chance as you will have it, hitting me in my soft spot.

Right then and there deep down I decided to go back. I will take my "sign" and all my weaknesses and return to the those mountains and my little spot in the rugged Rockies. I will chase those bulls in my own way and do the best that I can do in the hopes it will be enough. I will take the failure or the success made of my own effort, the good and the bad. It is elk hunting. It is what it is and I am what I am.

Those are the cold hard facts."




So the previous few paragraphs summarize my result and feeling after each of my first three elk hunts. I was pretty damn low after coming out of the mountains last year without an elk for either Pat (hunting partner) or myself. I didn't share "my sign" with Pat because he is not that kind of guy. Mechanical engineers raised on painfully practical Central Missouri farms have little time or thought for such things, but when I did finally share with Pat that I was considering a solo return to our hunt area in 2015 ( Pat was getting married and would not be able to go) my ever measured, always level friend took me off guard a bit. He looked at me and said, "I think you can do it" I told Pat that I was not not sure what kind of shape I would be in if I failed again, that would be 3 out of 4 hunts without an elk. And that's when my friend really surprised me and really set my decision. Pat said, " Well then you just go back." If 1 for 4 was good enough for my supremely practical friend who straightens and saves nails from tear downs, patches socks, and hunts in cheap military surplus boots, then it was good enough for me. I was headed back west in 2015.

I won't go into the preparation too much this time beyond saying I worked harder than ever. For the nine months prior to the trip I did multiple aerobic, HIIT and low weight high rep weight classes each week at the local Gold's Gym. My equipment was pretty well set and my rifle was shooting well. I felt very solid to 300yds and comfortable at 400yds with the right set of circumstances. Below is a pic of a few people from my last class. The pretty girl is a very strong aerobics instructor and the fellow to the left in the red shirt is a hard nosed weight trainer, with the remaining guys just participants like me. The group exercise program was good for me and these people made me better than I have been in at least the last 20 years. They welcomed me in to what was not really a comfortable situation for me at first and I owe them a debt.





My trip hit a snag in July when I got my daughter's final soccer schedule. She is a senior and a four year starter on a team favored to return to state for the third time in a row. Senior night was scheduled for Oct the 8th the day I was supposed to head into the mountains in Southwest CO.I scrambled around and got a cheap flight out of Nashville to Denver for the ninth and placed my hopes on a lot of things going right the ninth where I would need to go from Nashville to 11,600' in the San Juan all in one day. I was originally renting a car from Denver and driving down, but for my birthday my family surprised me with a hopper flight from Denver to down closer to my final destination. That flight was almost three times as much as my flight from Nashville to Denver and my wife, my in laws and parents all pitched in. My wife organized it all. It is great to have a wife that tolerates my hunts, but quite another story to have one that actually supports them. She knows how important these quests have become for me and supports me fully. It is just another reason why I love her dearly. As it came about, I escorted my daughter across the field Thursday the 8th of Oct and then watched her score a goal and get a assist on the way to a victory over a district opponent. The next day I boarded a plane and headed for the San Juan. The hopper flight was filled with hunters and excitement was running high.



Everything went off without a hitch and my ascent up the trail went well. I must admit two or three times I wanted to stop and just bivy where I was. The pack felt heavy at somewhere around 55lbs. It was all I could do to reach the top but I did it just about dark, pitched the tent, ate a couple of bars and went to bed. Tomorrow was opening day.
 
I awoke quite early got the essentials out of my Paradox pack, transferred them to the talon I was using as a day pack and headed off into the dark. It took over an hour and I had to give up almost a thousand feet of elevation but just before daylight I reached a meadow I had scouted on GE and one Pat and I had never hunted before. It was terrible getting there going over deadfall and down rotten talus like slopes. I had high hopes but nothing showed that morning. The country was beautiful however.





I did see the first two bighorn sheep of my life on a slope in the far edge of the second pic above, which was pretty cool. I returned to camp around noon stopping on the talus slope to get a call through to family. I had good reception there.



I ate a bit in camp and then headed up another ridge and then down to get water. The spring was running and low and behold there was fresh elk sign as well as the most bear sign I have seen on any trip to the area. The elk sign was the first fresh I had seen. I got my water, cached it at camp and then returned to the bench. Turns out the place was tore up with elk sign and included an active wallow. Feeling good I tucked in and hunted til dark. The wind could not be trusted in that spot and maybe that was the problem but nothing showed. I returned to camp ate a bit and pitched in. I was pleased with my mindset in that I was not spooked by the dark or being alone. I worked on positive thinking and made plans to hunt the bench again in the am.

Got down to the bench before daylight and the wind was better. Hunted til about 1030a with nothing showing but a few grouse that really put on a show. It was a pretty place with a primal feel about it.







I picked up and headed on back up the ridge towards the edge of the alpine tundra looking for sign. I found little elk sign but was able to see 15 additional bighorns including one decent ram as well as take some nice pictures. I didn't have binocs or spotter that morning and for a while I felt like one of those sheep hunters on TV looking at the ram through the rifle scope. Pretty cool.

The sheep were down there



Additional pics



Spent a lot of time looking into small spots like this

 
I went back to camp ate a bit. The place and views were good.





My pack, rifle and colors



At that point I was torn about where to hunt. Return to the bench, return to the meadow or try some place new. I went back and forth a bit but finally decided to try the meadow again. I got out there about 330p and decided I really shouldn't be hunting that area much more because I wasn't sure how I would get one out alone. I sat for a couple of hours and nothing happened. My big problem is boredom and I started texting friends on the 1 bar signal I was getting. My duck hunting buddy back home actually sent a text in for a report and I wrote, " I have seen 15 bighorns, 10 grouse and no elk." As I hit the period on that sentence I looked up and about 12 cows and one bull were standing on the edge of the meadow about two hundred yards away along those aspen in the picture. I dropped the phone and my world went into high gear.



I tried to steady a rising heart beat and calm myself as the herd milled along the edge of the ridge. I raised and lowered the rifle more than once waiting for the bull to come clear and waiting for me to get control of myself. I dialed up the scope, placed the crosshairs on the bull's vitals and calmly pulled the shot high over his back. Things really sped up then. The bullet blew up on the hillside behind the bull and I assume the herd got an echo from the rifle shot off that same hillside and the lead cow apparently thought the best way to run was away from all that and the whole herd, bull in tow, came running right at me. As they descended one ripple in the meadow and then came up the next I struggled to find the bull in the scope as I had not remembered to dial it back down. But as he crested the ripple closest to me I found him. He slowed and I put the crosshairs on the top of his chest. At only about 70 yards he made a big target. I pulled the trigger. The .280 touched off and the bull flipped over backwards, tumbling down the steep meadow. After 5 years and four tries, I finally had my bull. I'm really not much for this kind of behavior but I looked skyward, screamed at the top of my lungs and pumped my right fist over and over. I had my bull.
 
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As he lay after a tumble down a very steep meadow





I untangled the bull and he promptly continued his roll another 50 yards. I would regret every one of those yards. But here is a pic after I got to him and propped him a bit.




My situation quickly coalesced in my mind. I quartered the bull and got the back straps and neck meat as best I could. I had three bags laying on the ground when I climbed out of the hole and started calling everyone I knew in CO or anyone I knew that had a connection in CO. I planned three days for the pack out but with high temps I was worried about the meat. And here follows a most special part of my journey through elk country.

That night I spoke with the local game warden, the folks at the hotel and a local outfitter. They were all very kind and tried but no one could come up with any help for a pack out on your back. I resolved myself for the three days and stashing the meat over a stream in dark timber and hoping for the best. I moved camp down and made it back to the carcass by daylight the next day. I was working and remembered Nathan from the Paradox Pack Company. Nathan was from TN but his partner was from CO and in the area that I hunt. I texted Nathan back in TN and asked if his partner knew anybody that might be available to help me pack out an elk. Within 15 minutes Angie with the Seek Outside Company ( they now sell the Paradox Pack under their company name) was on the phone with me saying she had 3 men on the way up the mountain. Relief swept over me. She told me, "These men are horses. You will get everything out in one trip." She was not one for exaggeration.

I was only able to get about half the meat to the trail when the first of my rescue crew showed up. Jef was tall and slim with penetrating eyes that not only look at you but give you that feeling that you are being measured. There was little doubt in that gaze and I was left with the feeling that this was a man that looked for little in the way of an external authority. Jef was 45 minutes or more in front of his mates and we moved my equipment a little further down and got the remainder of the meat and the antlers back to the trail about the time his companions made the scene. Jef did most of the work. I limped along behind.

The next guy was Lucas, a bit shorter with a kind smile and a sturdy look about him. The final of the three was Kevin, an owner of the Seek Outside Company and a man with soft eyes and the look of somebody that is comfortable in his own skin. They were all slim and if you just glanced at them you might even mistake them for frail. Nothing could be further from the truth. Each possessed tightly wound muscle made for use and not show. Their frames hid powerful strength that not only embarrassed me with my inability to keep up but finally ground me into the dirt. If you are ever to meet these men and judge them soft, I suggest you tread lightly, for you are sorely mistaken.

It boils down to these guys, Angie, and Nathan, (phone acquaintance from TN) all bailed my butt out. I am not sure I could have done the pack out without them. Kevin was nice enough to say,"You would have got it done, but you would have been miserable". I take that as a complement.

It ends up that I didn't get a single picture of those fellows, but I will never forget them.

One final comment here. If your want to do business with a guy that will drop everything one day during the elk season, gather help and rush up a mountain to assist a "customer" pack out an elk on his back, a guy that hunts public land with the equipment he sells, and continually looks for ways to improve it, then you need to look at Kevin and the Seek Outside Company. He and Angie are good folks that live the tenants of the OYOA lifestyle. I am indebted to them for their act of kindness and support and will never forget them.

So this brings me near to the end of my report and maybe near the end of my elk journey. I feel as if I have scratched that itch and I am not sure that I will return to the Mountain West on another hunt. I guess about 5 or 6 years ago I started thinking I am getting on in age and there are some things I better do if I am going to do them. I had never really even wanted to hunt elk out West until that point, but the thought really turned into a dream and became something that consumed me mentally and physically. For five years the subject has never really been off my mind. It was always there lurking somewhere on the surface or just under the surface, taking up time and effort that could have been used elsewhere. I have learned a ton and physically I am better than I have been in a very long time.....all because of some midlife crisis really. But I will take my "achievement" a smallish 6x6 and cherish it always along with the people I've met and the things I have experienced. All obtained through the effort of an average man and not by money or station. They are all mine and I am damn proud of it, start to finish, good and bad. I am two for four in CO, one cow and one bull. I've made new friends, honed skills and stretched myself beyond what was comfortable. I think that is good enough for me.









HD
 
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Great story and photos. Glad to hear you were able to get all the meat out and kudos to the guys from "Seek Outside" for giving you a hand. Never under estimate the packing ability of the "lean and mean". Both guys I hunt with are distance runners and can pack game like nobody's business.
 
Hatchie Dawg I have enjoyed your stories of elk chasing adventures over the years. You seem to be very self aware, and in my book are to be commended for your FOUR successful trips to the high country of Colorado.

Just perhaps, as at the end of last years adventure, there will be another sign, or just the pull of adventure that may call you to once again to push yourself for another adventure chasing after your next elk.
 
Hatchie, my hat is off. Sure respect what you did. But.....sometimes the itch never goes away. Hunting and killing elk is something that gets inside. mtmuley
 
I loved every second of reading that Hatchie. You did an excellent job at keeping your nose to the grind. You have a way of understanding what goes on around you in both the people you encounter and also the outdoors around you that many hunters don't slow down long enough to appreciate.

Only one question to ask now. Are you going back?
 
Well done. It's a mental battle to stay deep on a solo hunt, and I know the feeling of relief when a friend responds that he'll help with the pack out. Those Seek Outside folks have my business when I decide to buy a teepee tent (that's coming).

I always have an outfitter for the area I'm hunting on speed dial in case I can't get the meat out in the time I have. I have yet to use one -- but there was one case four years ago where I dropped a bull deep and had a buddy not been available to help, I would have need to. The guys I work with charge $300 to $500, depending on whether you pack any yourself. I hate to pay to pack meat, it breaks my budget, but every year I set some bucks aside just in case.

Congrats again on the great bull.
 
Hatchie,

Incredible job of putting pen (keys) to paper (computer)! Congratulations to doing everything right, staying in the game both physically and mentally and being persistent. Elk are big critters and having extra "backs" at hand can be a life saver. I'll be leaving one week from today for a hunt on Kodiak Island and will be taking a brand new Seek Outdoors Tipi tent. I'll be sure to include some tent photos in my write up. An extra hats off to the folks at Seek Outdoors for helping you out!
 
Great story. Going at it solo is an accomplishment all by itself. I have been contemplating lightening up my pack tent. I now know who will have my business when it's time to pull the trigger.
 
What a great story and a great effort you put into fulfilling your goal. A huge kudos to the guys who helped you pack!
 
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