As author Jim Harrison pointed out a long time ago, there's no way to pose with a dead animal without looking like an asshole. I'll spare you the horn-porn photos. So, we bagged an elk, a young 5x 5 bull. We were in the elk all weekend. We heard cows chirping in the woods at night, and nearly cashed out a huge harem bull. But I'll take the young 5x5 any day. We are splitting the meat because it took each of us a full day to the pack the beast out. We'll be enjoying organic elk for months. Drop by for some.
I fulfilled half of my guiding duties this weekend with the Schroeders from Concordia, Kansas. Here is 75-year-old Coach Schroeder with his buck. I don't know the name of the kid. These guys tent camp on the prairie, grill a few hot dogs on the Coleman stove and get the most out of their Wyoming vacation. It took them 7 years to get the tag. They are the rare sportsmen who actually eat their game meat. This young buck will go in the freezer and end up in countless stews and burgers. Steve, Coach's son (not pictured) tagged out on a fawn. Below, Coach relaxes with a craft beer he didn't really want.
My seventy-some-year-old father and my brother attended the season opener at lane Stadium. We knew the odds were against us, going up against OSU, but the Hokie Nation showed up in full force. It's fans like my father and my brother that make a program grow and get better. Players notice when the stands are full and the crowd is into it. Hopefully, the season will be successful and the players at Tech will win a few. Even if they don't win, it's fun to go to Blacksburg and jump around to Metalica.
Temps in the mid 90s were hard on Rocket and me. We ended up with a few blues, but the dog was pretty spent. It's probably too hot to hunt right now. The week looks like the heat is going to continue. By the way, this year's crop of grouse looks good. I haven't seen this many in a while. As far as the elk go, I didn't hear as much as a chirp. They're too hot too.