Gentlemen,
My first ever time hunting Roosevelt elk in the Rocky Mountains was a bust. Or was it? I arrived back in Texas from northeast Montana several days ago and I'm still decompressing from the experience! Whoa Nellie!!! I mean do I now truly appreciate so much of the wisdom of those of you who are good enough to instruct the rest of us in the ways of survival! And boy, am I gonna be better off if and when SHTF as a result of having done this thing!
I'm not gonna bore any of you with a protracted monologue on the whole affair. Hunting stories usually give me a headache anyway. It's photos we all want to see and gloat over. And I don't have any. But I will go back! Next year even! 'Cause this experience taught me soooooo much about myself and about human kind in general.
Now I just have to use what I learned to develop a training regimen that will ultimately result in scoring that huge bull when he's hundreds of yards out (it was the closest my guide and I ever got to the two big trophies we saw) and my hands are that cold, my vision is that blurry, my heart is beating that fast, and my legs feel like big lead ingots!
My first ever time hunting Roosevelt elk in the Rocky Mountains was a bust. Or was it? I arrived back in Texas from northeast Montana several days ago and I'm still decompressing from the experience! Whoa Nellie!!! I mean do I now truly appreciate so much of the wisdom of those of you who are good enough to instruct the rest of us in the ways of survival! And boy, am I gonna be better off if and when SHTF as a result of having done this thing!
I'm not gonna bore any of you with a protracted monologue on the whole affair. Hunting stories usually give me a headache anyway. It's photos we all want to see and gloat over. And I don't have any. But I will go back! Next year even! 'Cause this experience taught me soooooo much about myself and about human kind in general.
Now I just have to use what I learned to develop a training regimen that will ultimately result in scoring that huge bull when he's hundreds of yards out (it was the closest my guide and I ever got to the two big trophies we saw) and my hands are that cold, my vision is that blurry, my heart is beating that fast, and my legs feel like big lead ingots!
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