I thought I would take a moment to share elk camp with you folks. Elk camp means something very deep and personal to me. I can't explain it to my wife, so I doubt I can explain it on these boards, but I'll try.
There is nothing in the world like elk camp. Waking up in the morning to the smell of fresh bacon, cowboy coffee on the stove, and the chorus of bulls bugling bulls. I know I am lucky to be there. At night we gather in the kitchen tent. We rehash the days events, celebrate game taken, or lament the ones that got away. For a week I will share camp with people from all over the country. I will laugh at their jokes, learn about their families, and hopefully, become friends. Many clients I talk to throughout the year. We meet through the common bond of hunting, we become friends over the days in the field, the conversations after a meal next to the camp stove.
What we do is meaningful. It won't change world events, it won't bring global peace. There won't be any newspaper articles, or blurbs on CNN. What it will do is have an impact on the lives of the few people, who at one point in time, gathered to pursue Americas finest game animal. A little part of all of us will be a little better, a little fuller. Elk camp is special.