Dear Jeff and crew,
As
a lifelong resident of Wyoming, I have enjoyed hunting elk in many
spots around the state. Wyoming has a lot of diversity when it comes to
geography that might hold elk. From snow capped, timbered mountains, to
sagebrush plains, to out and out sand dune desert, elk can adapt and be
blast to chase anywhere. The dream hunt for many of us, though, is deep
in the wilderness. As a foot hunter, I have only been able
(realistically) to hunt the fringes of these great areas.
In 2007,
after not drawing a limited quota tag-again-I contacted Jeff and Colby
about an outfitted hunt in what is one of the last great wilderness
areas in the lower 48, the Thorofare. Their Wyoming Expeditions camp is
located right on Thorofare Creek, 20 plus horse or mule miles from the
nearest trailhead.
Even though I have some riding experience, I have
to admit that the first few hours of our ride in had me puckered up.
The narrow trails and steep canyon walls actually had me looking for
places to bail. After a couple days on their sure-footed mules, though,
I became more confident, and enjoyed the ride.
The first morning
Colby and I rode up to a spot with incredible views. We spotted several
elk almost immediately, with a small bull and several cows being close
to us. Colby bugled back at a bull in the timber below, getting him to
answer, but he was moving away. We glassed for a while and located
several bunches of elk, one with several nice bulls.
Colby says he
is all about the plan, and he had a good one. The next morning found us
climbing to and then stalking to within 200 yards of a mixed group of
cows, calves, and bulls. With the sun just coming up, and bulls bugling
at each other, the scene was an elk hunter's fantasy.
Finally, a
nice bull cleared the timber, and stood bugling and posing for the
cows. This was all I could handle, and I put one in him. At the shot,
the bull fell right on his head and rolled down the steep slope. Colby
made quick work of quartering and caping the bull, We then slid the
meat and head down the slope and over a couple of small ridges, trying
get some distance from the carcass, and get to a spot where the pack
mules could be loaded.
Too quick my hunt was over, and several days
later we packed back out to the trailhead. This hunt will always
be remembered by me as a great adventure, with a more than capable
cowboy/guide (Colby),a great camp cook (Paul), and a hard-working
wrangler (Jess).
Hopefully some day I can do it again.