November 1985. This was the beginning of my pursuit of Rocky Mountain Elk. My first season was quite successful. I met and made new friends, became reacquainted with old friends, and harvested a cow elk. This all took place in western Montana. I was twenty years old.
Approximately, ten years would pass, before I would make another westward journey in search of the mighty elk. This time my destination would be Colorado. Over the past twenty years or so, I have made that Colorado trip happen fifteen times. Most of those trips have included my co-worker and friend, Tim. There have also been a few other friends, who join us periodically.
Both Tim and I feel very strongly about including younger hunters. As we prepare for this year’s elk trip, we have two young men eagerly waiting to join us; Tim’s son, Ben and Shae’s son, Rick. This will be the second time for both of them. At this point, I believe we have successfully passed on our passion for elk preservation and hunting to another generation. Oh, and we are also building life-long memories, together.