Being my first year living in Colorado and having resident status I got as many elk and deer tags as I could, including a 2nd season rifle buck and doe in a LE unit with leftovers. Most of my hunting has been archery but I figured what the heck, how hard could it be to find a doe to fill the freezer. Opening morning had me walking a ridge before first light working toward a place I could glass some sage between 2 aspen groves.
15 minutes after legal shoot time I hear rustling coming from the aspens...a member of the orange army. He kept moving closer and at about 100 yards he looked up...startled and annoyed I was standing in his path. I decided to move out to get away from him and other hunters coming up from the roads. As I walked I bumped into another hunter....then another...then another...every nob had a hunter, every ridge, every single hillside. It was crazy. I kept moving, looking for a spot to get away, used to archery hunting where the nearest hunter was across a 2 miles canyon. I never got away, but as I sat there I thought...\"the Russians better not invade the US.\" The orange army is strong in rank, and do a crap ton of shooting at first light on opening morning!
I am heading back up tomorrow, as usual, by myself, looking for some meat for the freezer. My 3 year old is cheering me on and my wife thinks it\'s a game...a sick game, where she asks me if I killed something, obviously waiting for the answer she already knows...nope. Then she laughs!!!
Elk season was a bust, even though I had a great time, I have Saturday to stumble upon a deer and then one more cow elk tag before I start thinking about next year. The goal next year is to find a place away from the crowds, which might be easier said than done!
15 minutes after legal shoot time I hear rustling coming from the aspens...a member of the orange army. He kept moving closer and at about 100 yards he looked up...startled and annoyed I was standing in his path. I decided to move out to get away from him and other hunters coming up from the roads. As I walked I bumped into another hunter....then another...then another...every nob had a hunter, every ridge, every single hillside. It was crazy. I kept moving, looking for a spot to get away, used to archery hunting where the nearest hunter was across a 2 miles canyon. I never got away, but as I sat there I thought...\"the Russians better not invade the US.\" The orange army is strong in rank, and do a crap ton of shooting at first light on opening morning!
I am heading back up tomorrow, as usual, by myself, looking for some meat for the freezer. My 3 year old is cheering me on and my wife thinks it\'s a game...a sick game, where she asks me if I killed something, obviously waiting for the answer she already knows...nope. Then she laughs!!!
Elk season was a bust, even though I had a great time, I have Saturday to stumble upon a deer and then one more cow elk tag before I start thinking about next year. The goal next year is to find a place away from the crowds, which might be easier said than done!