i hiked with allen this weekend on the elk hunt. ok, so i ran the mountain with him, yes, he practically runs around the mountain. i was exhausted, but i kept up. i was pretty proud of myself. i have a lot better eyes than allen does, so he couldnt get to far ahead of me. he would have never found his elk if he left me behind. :D
we went up friday, hopped on the 4wheelers and scouted out spots to hike, places to go, checking out where the elk were hanging out. had a good game of texas hold'em. of course i was out first. i like to spend my money. it always burns a hole in my pocket.
saturday, way to early in the A.M., the opening of the elk hunt..
we hiked.. and hiked.. and hiked some more.
saw a few herds of elk, but no spike. (spike-only area.)
we could hear the calls... but were just not seeing any spike. saw some really big trophy elk, they were beautiful. come saturday afternoon, i was getting cold. and we were tired, its exhausting running the mountain terrain all day. with no luck, we went back to the trailer for some hot chocolate and hot stew. and another good game of texas hold'em. thanks to my loving honey, he lent me some money so i could buy back in, several times. :D
sunday, way to early in the A.M. we got up, ate, and back out on the mountain to chase those crazy animals. we got to our spot before the sunrise, and it was perfect! a herd of elk were grazing in an open area, so we followed them. this is where the running really kicks up a notch..
'hurry' 'we gotta keep up' 'sshhhh' 'come on'
are a few comments i kept hearing. and he was very nice about it, but when im running up a mountain, my breathing is NOT going to be quiet! the elk stopped at the top of the mountain, and allen took the shot. the elk froze, then continued to graze. he was sure he missed, we didnt see anything 'fall'. we walked a little further and watched another small herd of elk go up the mountain and over. we decided to hike that mountain to see if there were any blood trails, and sure enough, one poor guy was laying there, dead. i was sad. there he was, eating with all his buddies in the herd he was running with. he was hit by the bullet, fell over dead, and all his buddies just kept grazing. i was sad for him. this is obviously a sport for testosterone. i was heart broken.
(*warning* this may get graphic)
allen called his dad on the two-way radio to come help him clean it. i found a rock a ways away to sit on while they cleaned it because i did not want to hear, see or smell anything!
allen dragged the elk all the way down the mountain by himself, i wasnt touching it, and his dad couldnt really help. he was exhausted. we finally got him back to the truck about 4 hours after he shot it. packed up our stuff and headed home. there is the elk, laying on the flat bed of allens truck, his blood running everywhere. his mouth was open and his tounge hanging out. i looked really bad. we got some crazy looks in the freeway while driving home. then... yes, its not over.
allen hangs it upside down in the garage. with a bucket under it, catching the blood that was still dripping from it. TMI? sorry, i warned you. some pictures just werent worth taking.
needless to say, i had a good time. i was glad he let me come with him on what is usually a 'guy' thing. i enjoyed our time alone on the mountain, and for his patients with me as we ran around the mountain.
dont judge me..
sexy right??
.cleaning the elk.
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