Elk 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.
Why Do I Even Bother?

I take pride in having a good working knowledge of the area of Colorado that my group has hunted during 2nd and 3rd rifle season for the last few years. I've put in my time at the computer, over maps and on the ground and have learned the lay of the land. Normally members of the group approach me to get ideas of where they should go to get an animal. Where I send them depends on what tags they have, what season it is, what the weather is doing, hunter pressure and what the animals are doing at that particular time.

My "Unsuccessful" First Elk Hunt

It’s funny to talk about an “unsuccessful” hunt being one of your most memorable, but sometimes, it just happens that way.  It was back about 7 years ago, I was at a graduation party for one of my wife’s coworkers.  There I met Robert, her father, and we started talking.  He was a nice guy, lived his whole life in central Oregon.  As we talked, I quickly realized how much this guy was into hunting. Of course, I am always willing to talk hunting, so we talked on and off for the rest of the party.

The Elk That Got the Last Laugh

I did end up having success last year during Colorado's second rifle season. I got my cow. "So how in the world did she get the last laugh if I harvested her," you ask.  She had thunderous hind quarters!! She had huge front quarters. The trimmings, backstraps and loins were enough to make a seasoned butcher blush. She was the largest cow that I have ever harvested and she took her toll on me during the pack out.

Lucky Lady's California Elk Hunt
William Hays

This is a story about my youngest daughter, Heather, who has been the luckiest person I know regarding special hunt draws in California.  When she was old enough to have her name placed into the California lottery, she was drawn for a Northern California special junior hunt.  She took a 22 inch three by three mule deer on her very first hunt.

Joy = Pain and Suffering
Marty Sup

After the draw results came out for the 2009 elk season I was a bit bummed out.  I had drawn a 1st season cow tag and my Dad had not.  My Dad is getting up there in age and even though he does not want to admit it his hunting years are getting fewer and fewer by the year. That is not to say he will still not go hunting he just may not be able to hunt the way we have for years.  This year more than others I really wanted him to get a tag and to put some meat in the freezer, but after the draw that was not possible.

Oh What a Day
Brent Cherry

I think we've all had those days when we wake up and think today something special is going to happen. Well let me tell you sometimes special is a little more than we bargain for. Another couple hours with my face pressed into my pillow in the bunk house would have done a lot more for my longevity than what this day had in store for me.  Anyone who has hunted elk in the peak of the rut can understand what I mean, for those of you who haven't let me try to sum it up in a couple of words.

The Eagle Has Landed
Brent Cherry

"You hear that?" I said as I broke into some sort of twisted Irish jig. The pearly whites of my two hunting partners shining back at me told me they had indeed heard it. A bull announced it's presence. Their smiles faded a bit when they realized it was straight up the mountain we had just come down. Hunting in the thin Colorado air at ten thousand feet can make a man think twice about scrambling back up what had just taken a good portion of the afternoon  to get down, but a bugling bull seems to summon strength you didn't know you had.

Young Man, Big Bull
Big Al Wapiti

Eleven years old and Brady already had the need to hunt big bulls. After being unsuccessful on drawing a juniors only cow tag for the first two year, I can remember the day he said to me “ dad I just want to hunt big bull elk." So from that day forward the plan kicked in. It wasn’t rocket science but I knew that by the time he was a young man and with a little luck, he would have a great chance at being drawn for a great Arizona tag.

A Whopper of a Packout

The worst pack out I have dealt with was a real doozy! First of all, I was helping pack a wapiti; and a bull at that. It was at night and in uncharted territory to beat. It was the only year that we had hunted this unfamiliar game management unit and things were not going to be easy in any way. The hunter, who has since not been invited to hunt with us again, did not have game bags, a knife, a flashlight, a packframe or any idea of how to navigate the area that he had killed the animal in.

One Tough Hunt
Marty Sup

My 2006 elk season did not start out all that well. I had a second season cow elk hunt planned but my plans were changed for me, but as luck would have it I had picked up a late season leftover tag for an area close to home. With a winter for the record books with all the snow we had I figured this would be a great, but tough hunt. The elk would be low on the public ground but there would be a lot of snow to deal with.