It has been an extremely dry year in my area. There have been rains to the North and rains to the South, but we have remained dry as the storms passed around us. The warm weather has been hard on crops and hay. It seems however, to have been friendly to the local wildlife. For the first time in quite a few years, I am seeing lots of turkeys and coveys of quail. The corn is almost dry, beans are starting to turn, and the whitetail deer are jumping out in front of me constantly as I make my way down gravel roads. While the hunting prospects look good here in Salt Creek Township, my mind is somewhere else. As the wild ducks begin their migration in, I am planning my migration out.
My buddy, "Rooster", has been egging me on for years. "We ain't gettin' any younger", he would say. "Every year we talk about it, but we never go", he would complain. I would agree with him, but nothing further would come of it... until this year. With the invite from one of Rooster's compadres, we are finally taking action. We are heading out to the mountains of Colorado for an elk hunt!
I have been in the mountains before. Skiing in Utah and New Mexico was not bad. Chasing Chukkar Partridge up and down shale cliffs in Idaho was a workout, but this is 20 years later folks! The thought of chasing elk over 12,000 foot mountains has my lungs a little nervous. I walk between 6 and 10 miles a day, six days a week. My legs should be OK. Thin air is my biggest concern.
Stay tuned as I prepare for a return trip to the Rockies next month. There is a lot to do!