Colorado Hunting Photos & Stories

Every hunter likes to share stories about their experiences afield and many hunters like to hear these stories. The Photos & Stories section of BigGameHunt.net (BGH) allows hunters to share their hunting adventures in the form of stories and photos. Please feel free to browse, read, and contribute to this section of BGH.
Reliving the Memories
hunter25

After looking at all the pictures I have stored in my computer I decided to write a little bit about two very influential people in my life that are gone now. First and most impotantly is my grandfather. I use the word grandfather with respect as my true grandfather passed away when my mom was only seven years old. My grandmother remarried only shortly before I was born but you would never know that that man I called my grandfather was anything other than that. He never had any children of his own and you would never know there was no blood relation to the family he inherited.

Finally... I Got an Elk!
hunter25

After a number of years of living in Colorado and buying an elk license with no success in killing one and rarely even seeing them while hunting I decided it was time for a new plan. I had never even held a cow tag as up till that point I had not yet read or learned about the application process. I started reading more magazines and the big game guide put out by the DOW.

2 Up 2 Points
hunter25

Shortly after the end of the 1989 season things took a bad turn for the family. My dad who had his own small business fell off of a roof when the ladder collapsed and his back was broken in several places. Although there was no permanent spinal injury it took nearly a year right up until the next hunting season before he was even able to walk very well again. I had originally tried to make plans for a far back hunting adventure in my quest to bag a bigger buck than I had gotten so far but instead decided to hunt very close to the road so my dad would be able to join me.

The End of the 80's
hunter25

The year was 1989 and as usual I looked forward to the coming hunting seasons with much enthusiasm. I had gotten married in January of the year and had a baby on the way. Money was pretty tight back then and since I couldn't afford a real vacation, hunting on my days off were all I had to look forward to.

The First Hunt - Her First Big Game Hunt
Retired2hunt

I first moved to Colorado back in Spring of 2007. I was extremely excited about being able to hunt in this great state based on all of the blogs and articles I read about on the big game that is available to hunt here. Coming from Ohio and with a Dad that was an avid hunter, I grew up hunting cottontails and whitetails. One of the cherished memories of my life was my first hunt (and many subsequent hunts) with my Dad. I love those times and try to make it back every hunting season.

Finally Drew First Blood
Adam_R

I was not introduced to big game hunting until adulthood.  When I moved to Colorado about 7 years ago, I opened my eyes to a world of year-round mountain recreation: skiing and snowboarding in the winter, mountaineering and rafting in the spring, camping and mountain biking in the summer.  But when autumn came around, I often found myself sitting in a dimly lit sports bar watching football games--not much different than my previous life in Chicago.  So what do people in Colorado do in the autumn?  I quickly found the answer: we hunt.

Finally a 4 Pointer
hunter25

After a few years hunting out west in Colorado I was beginning to get a little discouraged with my limited success on bucks. I was happy of course with the three little one I had taken but was beginning to wonder if I was ever going to be able to get a bigger one. It seemed I was always seeing great ones in the back of other guys trucks and while driving around glassing before and after the seasons but I just didn't seem to be able to find one when it mattered the most. After the big one I had missed a couple of years before I had never had another chance to even get a stalk on one.

My First Buck
hunter25

As luck would have it after my early success with a bow and rifle in Wisconsin my parents decided to move out west. I had dreamed of returning to Montana where I had worked the year before and continue my adventures there but it was not meant to be. The economy was bad in northern Wisconsin in the mid 80's and my dad had been unable to find steady work as carpenter for awhile even going as low as 6.00 an hour. It was tough to do but they put our house up for sale and hit the road to Arizona with what little money they had left and no job at the other end.

Fulfilling One Dream and Chasing Another
SGM

As hunters, we all have our own ideas of what a trophy is and we each have our personal dream hunts that drive us. Some dream of taking a full curl big horn ram or that 6x6 bull elk during  the rut but for me, it was chasing and harvesting a mountain lion. As with most dreams it was one I’ve had since I was young, about 14 and just starting my hunting adventure. Not sure why the big cats caught my attention so much in fact I had not seen one in the wild until I was 39. I think the allure of chasing after an animal that is so secretive, quiet and ellusive made them more mystical than other critters.

The One That THOUGHT He Got Away
Quinton Hill

This was a great third season Colorado muley hunt for me. It started three days before the season started when a new guy at work started talking about maybe getting an OTC elk tag, but did not know any of the country around here. As we talked I felt he was a pretty good guy and I was not going to be hunting in my usual hunting spot, due to the deer tag I drew, and asked if he would like to go up with me. Of course he said yes!