I feel like I should tell you guys how this trip came about.
Before Mason was born, I was pretty darn good with a longbow. At the time I was a few years into a new truck driving job that allowed me more time off than I’d ever had. I was only working 5 nights a week and only running to north west Indiana every night. The 60 hour work week felt like a part time job.
With all this free time, I was able to shoot all the IBO National shoots as well as the World Championship. I did well. I had fun. I met a lot of good folks.
Being a creature of habit, while working I would stop at the same places every night for a drink, to take a leak and to BS with the same people. One night in Indiana I see this FedEx driver that I didn’t know but he looked awful familiar. I finally put it together that I had seen him at the Bedford IBO. We struck up a conversation and became good friends over the years. His name is Steve. He lived and ran out of Columbus where he had grown up but he had also live in Colorado before I met him. About ten or twelve years ago he moved back to Grand Junction where he still lives. For as long as I can remember he has invited me out to hunt with him at his high elevation camp. I never made the trip as I knew he was a serious elk hunter and I never wanted to be a detriment to his success. And I truly believe I would be because no easterners get around worth a dang at 11000 feet.
Jamie and I put in for N.M. tags this year. I haven’t been there in nearly 10 years. In that time, NM has made it very difficult for nonresident hunters to draw a tag. We didn’t draw, of course. Steve insisted I bring Mason out to hunt with him. At this point, I can’t say no. Although he’s still a serious hunter, I know he wants to help Mason kill an elk. I know he enjoys being in the mountains and like me with deer, he just wants to hunt and could care less who is actually shooting. It isn’t about killing, it’s the whole experience. And as we age, we all know with each passing year, this chance could be the last. Steve is my friend, I don’t have many, and I’m really looking forward to taking my boy across the country to meet him... and we will hunt a little too.
Here’s a couple pics. I remember him sending me this pic about ten years ago. It was the first bull he killed after moving back to Colorado. Although he went out every fall when he lived here, this one seemed special since it was the first resident tag filled, I think. The other pic he just sent this weekend as he went up the mountain to set up camp He said it’s nice to set it up beforehand because the simple task of getting it together at that altitude wears a man out! Lol
I should add that Steve told me after 35 years of bow hunting elk, he’s become pretty good at finding and calling in big bulls. He said he hoped to get one in front of Mason and I was quick to let him know the boy will shoot any legal animal! If he gets all picky like he is with deer, I’m leaving him on the mountain.