Tales and Trails BY DAVE BECK ‘Not this year, Dave’ Remember when you were a kid and you couldn’t wait for Christmas to get here? The days would pass by painstakingly slow. When it was …
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Tales and Trails
BY DAVE BECK ‘Not this year, Dave’
Remember when you were a kid and you couldn’t wait for Christmas to get here? The days would pass by painstakingly slow. When it was finally Christmas day, it flew by so fast that it was over before you knew it. Well, that's exactly how my Colora do archery elk hunt went. For months I shot practice arrows, I walked for miles and miles, and I worked out in preparation of hiking the Rockies. In what seemed like an instant, the trip was over and I was left with a mountain of laundry, compliments of my smelly hunt – ing clothes. That's how this year, and every other elk hunt has gone for me, but in be tween the prep work and the unpacking is the very best part: the hunt. This year I went on a semi-solo hunt in that Uncle Frank was along but he did not elk hunt, he had a bear tag. Spoiler alert, he didn’t bag a bear but he sure made the ride go a lot faster and not just because all of his downloaded podcasts played back at 1.5x the normal speed. Youreallyhadtolistencloselytocatcheverything.
I was pretty much on my own and I had a couple of things going against me. It was a terrible moon in that it was bright and full up in the sky which allowed the elk to stay out all night. As a result, they were less active during the day when I was hunting. The other thing working against me was that it was a little early for the rut and the bulls weren’t as receptive to my calls as I needed them to be. Even after saying all of that, being in the Rocky Mountains with conditions not being optimal, was still about the coolest outdoor thing I will do all year.
During the late afternoon I would literally bed down by a water source hoping that the elk would have that same thought: sleep and water. I usually don't hunt so passively but if the elk were going to move anywhere it would be toward water. Walking around during the hot warm afternoons seemed like a waste of boot leather. Back in the day when I was younger, I could go for days but now that I'm an older, I do know that I need to spend my energy wisely.
At about 6:30 p.m. I threw out a couple of subtle cow calls and a moment later followed up with a bugle call. Before my call could bounce ou the nearest mountain side a real bull bugled that he was accepting the challenge. Finally, it was game on. I played it cool for a half hour or so, waiting to see if the bull’s curiosity would bring him in to me. When that didn't happen, I repeated the earlier sequence and again, he answered me. It actually sounded like he was a little closer but again, now that I am older, my hearing isn’t what it used to be.
Fast forward an hour and 30 bugles later, 15 from each of us, and the bull was direct – ly above me on the mountain. My guess was that he was inside of 200 yards. The good news was that the wind was in my favor. The bad news was that it was getting late and I had a three-mile hike to get back to camp. A casual three-mile hike isn't all that dicult but a three-mile hike downhill through thick blowdowns and gnarly scrub oaks is a chore that is best done in the daylight. I left the bull on the side of the mountain and half way back to camp he bugled one last time. I’m not totally fluent in bull elk bugle but to me it sounded like: "Not today Dave." In the interest of time, I will fast forward and tell you that I had three other similar encounters but never got the bull to totally commit and come in close enough for an archery shot. On the last morning as I was lit- erally walking ou the mountain a bull bugled at me. When I answered him, he answered back. Given his location and mine, it would have been a brutal hike that would have taken hours to get around him and into better position to stalk him. I decided that I had had my chances and it was time to head home but not before that bull threw one more insulting bugle my way: "Not this year Dave, not this year." During the first three days I saw a fair number of elk but the trouble was that I saw them moving along far ou the mountainside or way down low in a canyon while I looked down from above. I guess it was the moun – tain version of Murphy's Law. When I was high, the elk were low and so forth but the encounters, even far ou ones, were enough to keep me excited and to get up early every day for more.
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