Seven Days, Four Backcountry Bulls
By Andy Edwards
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As I crested the last bend of the trail and looked up at the ATV's a mere 200 yards away, my mind began to wander and I stopped to take it all in. I stood there in the sun, horns strapped to my back and turned to see my wife and three hunting buddies bringing out the last of the meat of my friend's first elk. It's hard to put into words the sense of accomplishment and relief that hits a person when you get done packing an elk to your destination. The weight that's lifted off of your shoulders when you unload your pack isn't just a physical relief, but an emotional burden is lifted as well.
As everyone got their loaded packs up to the ATV's right behind me, we started to jokingly talk about where we were going to go eat when we got back to town. We all got on our respective ATV's and headed back down the road to our pickups that we had left earlier that morning. My mind started to wander on the trip back down and I started to re-live everything that had happened to me in the previous days. During most years I feel fortunate to get out and encounter a trophy bull elk, especially with friends and family. Now to have my close friends, family, and myself not only encounter but harvest four trophy class DIY public land bulls in one week's time is just plain crazy.
The Phone Call
I was lucky to have the last two weeks of October off due to a career change and was able to try and get some elk hunting in and take advantage of what little season I had left. I had been shooting my first true long range setup all season and was really wanting to get out and put it to the test. One last trip to the range to check my zeros and shoot a 600 yard group to make sure my drop chart was correct, and it was time to get out and try to find some elk. My brother-in-law and I had a day to get out before we had to help with preg checking for a ranch my father-in-law manages, so we decided to sneak out and see what was happening up in the mountains. We got up at 5 am and headed up to the ATV trailhead where we rode our wheelers in for 45 minutes to get to the base of the mountain. We climbed up the steep mountain above timberline and almost got to our first lookout when we heard a bugle. Both of us stood there dumbfounded, as it was the 4th week in October. As we came over the overlook we heard multiple bugles again and started to see large numbers of elk immediately.
We like to hunt above timberline, trying to catch the herds migrating from the high country down corridors to stage up above their winter range. This can be very rewarding and discouraging at the same time. You will always see elk and sometimes some very good bulls but you can't always get to them as these elk are always on the move. We got up and started glassing the elk and found some decent bulls but nothing I was looking to shoot. We glassed for a little while longer and found a group with two 6 points that was coming over a saddle on the mountain we were on. We hurried up to one of our last lookouts and set up on them as they came across a ridge at about 900 yards, and we decided the biggest bull wasn't quite what I was looking for.
We started a fire to warm ourselves up and glassed across the basins to our east and west for the midday portion of our hunt, and came up with a game plan for our evening hunt. I would stay up high and my brother-in-law would go to another vantage point to glass and he would radio me if anything showed up. Within thirty minutes he got on the radio and told me he found a good one coming out of another drainage toward a spot where we could set up for a shot. We scurried down the mountain and set up looking at an open hillside we expected him to come through. I ranged the hillside from top to bottom as we heard the bugles up in the trees and we waited for them to come across. We sat there until right before dark and listened to the multiple bugles coming off the hill but the elk never made it to the clearing. We headed back to the ATVs and headed back down the mountain to the ranch for a few days of work.
Thursday and Friday passed as we worked cattle both days and we were just starting to relax when my phone rang. I had talked to my brother Tim a few days earlier and he had been hunting a very good limited quota area in Eastern Wyoming by himself, so I told him to call if he got anything and I would come help him out. As I saw his name on my phone, I knew that he must have gotten something. I answered and he informed me he had gotten his bull that morning and he was going back in to get him out the next morning. He told me the story on the bull and stated he had seen the bull feed down a ridge and bed down. He then snuck up on the bull to within fifty yards and waited as the bull was sleeping with his head down. He said he had waited for long enough and started to whistle at the bull as he continued to keep his head down and sleep behind a log. He then started to yell at the bull for minutes before he finally picked his head up and presented him a shot. He took the shot and the bull was dead. He joked to me it was ironic that he had a long range rifle and did all that practice all to shoot and elk from bow range with it.
We came up with a time and place to meet the next morning and I got packed up and headed to Casper. I called my buddy Brendon there and he volunteered to help get the bull out as well. We met up with Tim Saturday morning and hiked the 2 miles into where he had the bull quartered and cached up. We did some de boning to the quarters to further lighten up our loads and headed up the 2 miles back out. It was a decent pack out where the first quarter mile was straight uphill but the rest was just a gradual downhill. This was my first experience packing meat with my Eberlestock pack and it handled it great. I had ½ of the meat on mine and Brendon had the other half on his while Tim packed the head and cape out. We got the bull out to the trailhead around 1:00, and headed up to Douglas for some highly anticipated food. After we ate, we parted ways and I headed back up to Dubois to try and get an elk for myself.
By Andy Edwards
-page 1 of 3
As I crested the last bend of the trail and looked up at the ATV's a mere 200 yards away, my mind began to wander and I stopped to take it all in. I stood there in the sun, horns strapped to my back and turned to see my wife and three hunting buddies bringing out the last of the meat of my friend's first elk. It's hard to put into words the sense of accomplishment and relief that hits a person when you get done packing an elk to your destination. The weight that's lifted off of your shoulders when you unload your pack isn't just a physical relief, but an emotional burden is lifted as well.
As everyone got their loaded packs up to the ATV's right behind me, we started to jokingly talk about where we were going to go eat when we got back to town. We all got on our respective ATV's and headed back down the road to our pickups that we had left earlier that morning. My mind started to wander on the trip back down and I started to re-live everything that had happened to me in the previous days. During most years I feel fortunate to get out and encounter a trophy bull elk, especially with friends and family. Now to have my close friends, family, and myself not only encounter but harvest four trophy class DIY public land bulls in one week's time is just plain crazy.
The Phone Call
I was lucky to have the last two weeks of October off due to a career change and was able to try and get some elk hunting in and take advantage of what little season I had left. I had been shooting my first true long range setup all season and was really wanting to get out and put it to the test. One last trip to the range to check my zeros and shoot a 600 yard group to make sure my drop chart was correct, and it was time to get out and try to find some elk. My brother-in-law and I had a day to get out before we had to help with preg checking for a ranch my father-in-law manages, so we decided to sneak out and see what was happening up in the mountains. We got up at 5 am and headed up to the ATV trailhead where we rode our wheelers in for 45 minutes to get to the base of the mountain. We climbed up the steep mountain above timberline and almost got to our first lookout when we heard a bugle. Both of us stood there dumbfounded, as it was the 4th week in October. As we came over the overlook we heard multiple bugles again and started to see large numbers of elk immediately.
We like to hunt above timberline, trying to catch the herds migrating from the high country down corridors to stage up above their winter range. This can be very rewarding and discouraging at the same time. You will always see elk and sometimes some very good bulls but you can't always get to them as these elk are always on the move. We got up and started glassing the elk and found some decent bulls but nothing I was looking to shoot. We glassed for a little while longer and found a group with two 6 points that was coming over a saddle on the mountain we were on. We hurried up to one of our last lookouts and set up on them as they came across a ridge at about 900 yards, and we decided the biggest bull wasn't quite what I was looking for.
We started a fire to warm ourselves up and glassed across the basins to our east and west for the midday portion of our hunt, and came up with a game plan for our evening hunt. I would stay up high and my brother-in-law would go to another vantage point to glass and he would radio me if anything showed up. Within thirty minutes he got on the radio and told me he found a good one coming out of another drainage toward a spot where we could set up for a shot. We scurried down the mountain and set up looking at an open hillside we expected him to come through. I ranged the hillside from top to bottom as we heard the bugles up in the trees and we waited for them to come across. We sat there until right before dark and listened to the multiple bugles coming off the hill but the elk never made it to the clearing. We headed back to the ATVs and headed back down the mountain to the ranch for a few days of work.
Thursday and Friday passed as we worked cattle both days and we were just starting to relax when my phone rang. I had talked to my brother Tim a few days earlier and he had been hunting a very good limited quota area in Eastern Wyoming by himself, so I told him to call if he got anything and I would come help him out. As I saw his name on my phone, I knew that he must have gotten something. I answered and he informed me he had gotten his bull that morning and he was going back in to get him out the next morning. He told me the story on the bull and stated he had seen the bull feed down a ridge and bed down. He then snuck up on the bull to within fifty yards and waited as the bull was sleeping with his head down. He said he had waited for long enough and started to whistle at the bull as he continued to keep his head down and sleep behind a log. He then started to yell at the bull for minutes before he finally picked his head up and presented him a shot. He took the shot and the bull was dead. He joked to me it was ironic that he had a long range rifle and did all that practice all to shoot and elk from bow range with it.
We came up with a time and place to meet the next morning and I got packed up and headed to Casper. I called my buddy Brendon there and he volunteered to help get the bull out as well. We met up with Tim Saturday morning and hiked the 2 miles into where he had the bull quartered and cached up. We did some de boning to the quarters to further lighten up our loads and headed up the 2 miles back out. It was a decent pack out where the first quarter mile was straight uphill but the rest was just a gradual downhill. This was my first experience packing meat with my Eberlestock pack and it handled it great. I had ½ of the meat on mine and Brendon had the other half on his while Tim packed the head and cape out. We got the bull out to the trailhead around 1:00, and headed up to Douglas for some highly anticipated food. After we ate, we parted ways and I headed back up to Dubois to try and get an elk for myself.
Seven Days, Four Backcountry Bulls - 2
Solo Bull
I took Sunday and rested, picked up some groceries as soon as the store opened up and headed back up to the trailhead and up on the mountain for an evening hunt. I had some buddies coming up the next day so the original plan was to get up and see what the elk were doing that evening, but sometimes the best laid plans can change. I got up on the mountain to the first lookout and saw a couple young bulls down in the meadow my brother-in-law had set up on just a few days before. Then I glassed a little further down and saw two spots of blaze orange on the point we had set up on for the shot. Soon it sounded like a world war had just broken loose. I counted 34 shots in all before I glassed the wounded bull trotting out of the clearing. I hate to assume but I'm guessing the fire for effect hunters were just guessing and got excited at the sight of elk and started shooting. The ranges I had ranged while I was down there was about 560 at the bottom of the opening and right around 740 at the top so this was no easy shot, especially with the solid 1 minute of wind that is blowing. I felt a sick feeling in my stomach as the hunters were hot on the trail of the bull.
I kept hiking on up to the second vantage point and stepped over to see a few cow elk feeding up out of the timber to me. I backed off where I wouldn't bump the cows and started to glass the west side of the mountain. About a minute later I saw the silhouette of a bull coming over the skyline and headed over the saddle to the cows below me. I still could not believe how rut crazed the elk were. As I looked this bull over, he was raking a tree and bugling his heart out. I decided he was a bull worth taking and set my rifle up for a shot.
I ranged him 3 times and his surroundings as well. I confirmed his range to be 659, checked my drop chart and dialed up 9.5 minutes. I checked the wind and it was steady at 10 mph straight out of the west, which is pretty common for that area. I held for 2.5 min on my reticle and dry fired on the feeding bull 3 or 4 times to make sure I could hold good enough for such a shot. He fed behind a tree and I waited for him to step out. I took a few deep breaths and held the hashmark right on his shoulder as I squeezed the trigger. The rifle went off and the 168 grain Berger was on its way. I had the scope right back on him just in time to see the bullet strike him square on the rear of the shoulder about halfway up (Thanks, muzzle brake). The bull took one step and stumbled before he rolled a long ways down the ridge. I hurried over to him but the light was fading very quickly and I was by myself in pretty serious bear country, so I had to leave the bull overnight unfortunately. I had called my hunting buddy and he and another guy were coming up the next morning to help get the bull out. I checked in on the Spot GPS Messenger my father-in-law had sent up with me and headed off the mountain in darkness. I didn't get much sleep that night as I was worried about a bear getting into my bull.
My buddies showed up before daylight the following morning and we headed up the hill to retrieve the bull. We got to him and found that a bear had not gotten to the bull but a coyote had chewed on his nose a little bit. We set him up for photos and de boned the meat and headed off of the hill. The 3 of us ate some lunch and napped, getting ready for the evening hunt. My one buddy had yet to fill his tag so the 3 of us were going to focus on getting him a bull for the next day and a half. We hiked up the mountain and it was not very long before we started seeing many elk.
The wind was dead calm and we could hear bugles ringing out all around us as we walked up to the lookouts on the mountain. We glassed two very nice bulls that were bugling and tending a herd of about thirty or so cows and then they started to fight. It was an awesome sight to see the two bulls going at it the way they did. These were both trophy class bulls that looked to be at least 330" and they were definitely the kings of the area. Unfortunately they were down in a hole that we only look at and will not shoot an elk in. As we watched the bulls go out to check some more cows, we heard a bugle directly beneath us and a group of cows started to feed out of the trees right in front of us. Light was fading very quickly as the bull came out to view in front of us, and he was a shooter bull. We ranged him at 389 as he stepped behind a tree. We waited as every elk in the herd had now cleared that one tree. It was almost dark and he that bull just never would step out until it was way past shooting light. We hiked off of the mountain in darkness, filled our bellies with MRE's, and slept anticipating the next morning of hunting.
I took Sunday and rested, picked up some groceries as soon as the store opened up and headed back up to the trailhead and up on the mountain for an evening hunt. I had some buddies coming up the next day so the original plan was to get up and see what the elk were doing that evening, but sometimes the best laid plans can change. I got up on the mountain to the first lookout and saw a couple young bulls down in the meadow my brother-in-law had set up on just a few days before. Then I glassed a little further down and saw two spots of blaze orange on the point we had set up on for the shot. Soon it sounded like a world war had just broken loose. I counted 34 shots in all before I glassed the wounded bull trotting out of the clearing. I hate to assume but I'm guessing the fire for effect hunters were just guessing and got excited at the sight of elk and started shooting. The ranges I had ranged while I was down there was about 560 at the bottom of the opening and right around 740 at the top so this was no easy shot, especially with the solid 1 minute of wind that is blowing. I felt a sick feeling in my stomach as the hunters were hot on the trail of the bull.
I kept hiking on up to the second vantage point and stepped over to see a few cow elk feeding up out of the timber to me. I backed off where I wouldn't bump the cows and started to glass the west side of the mountain. About a minute later I saw the silhouette of a bull coming over the skyline and headed over the saddle to the cows below me. I still could not believe how rut crazed the elk were. As I looked this bull over, he was raking a tree and bugling his heart out. I decided he was a bull worth taking and set my rifle up for a shot.
I ranged him 3 times and his surroundings as well. I confirmed his range to be 659, checked my drop chart and dialed up 9.5 minutes. I checked the wind and it was steady at 10 mph straight out of the west, which is pretty common for that area. I held for 2.5 min on my reticle and dry fired on the feeding bull 3 or 4 times to make sure I could hold good enough for such a shot. He fed behind a tree and I waited for him to step out. I took a few deep breaths and held the hashmark right on his shoulder as I squeezed the trigger. The rifle went off and the 168 grain Berger was on its way. I had the scope right back on him just in time to see the bullet strike him square on the rear of the shoulder about halfway up (Thanks, muzzle brake). The bull took one step and stumbled before he rolled a long ways down the ridge. I hurried over to him but the light was fading very quickly and I was by myself in pretty serious bear country, so I had to leave the bull overnight unfortunately. I had called my hunting buddy and he and another guy were coming up the next morning to help get the bull out. I checked in on the Spot GPS Messenger my father-in-law had sent up with me and headed off the mountain in darkness. I didn't get much sleep that night as I was worried about a bear getting into my bull.
My buddies showed up before daylight the following morning and we headed up the hill to retrieve the bull. We got to him and found that a bear had not gotten to the bull but a coyote had chewed on his nose a little bit. We set him up for photos and de boned the meat and headed off of the hill. The 3 of us ate some lunch and napped, getting ready for the evening hunt. My one buddy had yet to fill his tag so the 3 of us were going to focus on getting him a bull for the next day and a half. We hiked up the mountain and it was not very long before we started seeing many elk.
The wind was dead calm and we could hear bugles ringing out all around us as we walked up to the lookouts on the mountain. We glassed two very nice bulls that were bugling and tending a herd of about thirty or so cows and then they started to fight. It was an awesome sight to see the two bulls going at it the way they did. These were both trophy class bulls that looked to be at least 330" and they were definitely the kings of the area. Unfortunately they were down in a hole that we only look at and will not shoot an elk in. As we watched the bulls go out to check some more cows, we heard a bugle directly beneath us and a group of cows started to feed out of the trees right in front of us. Light was fading very quickly as the bull came out to view in front of us, and he was a shooter bull. We ranged him at 389 as he stepped behind a tree. We waited as every elk in the herd had now cleared that one tree. It was almost dark and he that bull just never would step out until it was way past shooting light. We hiked off of the mountain in darkness, filled our bellies with MRE's, and slept anticipating the next morning of hunting.
Seven Days, Four Backcountry Bulls - 3
We got up one last time and hiked up the mountain to find the elk had moved farther north because the weather had gotten considerably better over the last few days. We spotted the bull that had eluded us the night before as he trailed a large herd of cows over the peak of the mountain we were on. We glassed several elk and just didn't see anything worth going after. We walked around our last vantage point and just hung out for a few hours glassing.
Suddenly we glassed about 30 head of elk come out of the drainage to the north and migrating across the ridge up toward a saddle, just below the peak of the mountain. We devised a plan to get ahead of the elk and wait for them to get to us. We packed up our stuff and hurried up the trail to cut off the herd. We got up to the saddle just in time to see the herd making the corner and headed up our way. The two mature bulls in the herd both were bugling at each other every chance they got as they came our way. It was pretty awesome to see the herd wading through the snow as the bulls kept calling to each other as they got closer and closer.
The main part of the herd had cleared over the saddle as we waited for the last bull to stop for the shot. The bull stopped right at 200 yards and my buddy settled in for the shot. He shot, and nothing happened. The bull still remained there and we couldn't believe he wasn't hit. Suddenly my buddy realized he had accidentally shot the rock right in front of him as it was just low enough to not see in front of the barrel. The bull turned from the herd and had actually gone up the hill right in front of us. He slowly went right up toward the peak and rested at 460 yards. My buddy dialed up the scope and shot the bull. The bull slowly walked forward then laid down and expired.
We hiked up the snowy hillside to the bull and couldn't believe that the snow had held him up and were thankful he didn't roll down the hill to the bottom very far below. We snapped some pictures and butchered on the bull as we loaded our packs to head off the top of the mountain one last time. He couldn't have gotten a bull in a more scenic place. We all three agreed on that fact as we packed him off the steep hill side down to the ATV's.
As we were coming off the summit of the mountain I was going to step off of a rock and it broke loose underneath me, coming down on the side of my foot. I just knew I was going to roll my ankle. Surprisingly enough, my new Kenetrek boots held firm and I somehow didn't. I stood there amazed at how lucky I had just gotten with all that weight on my back, and my boots were strong enough to hold and keep me from being in a bad situation at 10,000 feet. Those Kenetrek boots seem to keep taking everything I have dished out to them.
We took a couple breaks as we were very much worn out from hunting and packing elk. We soon got off the mountain and back to camp where we loaded up our stuff and drove the 45 minute ATV ride back down to our vehicles. Our ATV's looked like 3 Gypsies were headed down the trail with all of the camping gear, coolers, and two elk. We got back to the vehicles right before dark and loaded up our stuff as we talked of a great trip and then went our separate ways.
Another Phone Call
I spent Thursday resting and helping ship some open cows down to the sale barn. Friday I went up on the Forest Permit and trailed a herd of stray pairs back down to the ranch. Looking back on it, this was a very action packed week even without out all the elk hunting. I got up Saturday morning, was drinking my morning coffee when I got a text message. It was from my Buddy Aziz and it said, "Big Bull Down!"
I texted him back and waited for him to get back to the wheelers and call me for instructions to go get the bull out. He got back and he told me the story. He, his wife and our friend Tyler had stumbled upon this bull in a recent burn area. They quickly got set up and Aziz talked Tyler into shooting the bull. This was Tyler's very first elk of any kind. We set up a place to meet and I notified my wife we would be packing out elk on that fine day. Amber and I got our gear packed up and drove north out of the ranch to go meet our friends.
We met up, and Tyler was just ecstatic about the bull he had just killed. We headed up the road and started our hike in to get the bull out. He couldn't have found this bull in an easier spot for a pack out. We got to the bull, snapped a few photos, and quartered him up to get him out. There were five of us so the pack loads were fairly easy on this trip. We headed down the draw, stopped to BS and rest at the bottom of the draw, and then headed up the hill for the last leg of our pack out. The weather was absolutely beautiful and the view was picturesque once again. After we got the bull out, we joked around and headed down to get another hard earned meal at the local café.
After the meal, I still could not believe about how fortunate I was to have taken part in 4 great elk harvests and pack outs. I don't think the week could be duplicated even if I tried. The next week, my wife and I moved to Western Wyoming to manage a ranch and start a new chapter in our lives. I could not live the life I do and get to hunt so much if it weren't for her patience and understanding I would not be able to do what I do. I would like to thank my brother, my wife, and all my hunting buddies that partook in this epic week of elk hunting. I also have to give one last thanks to a member on this forum. If it weren't for you trading powder with me, Mike, I wouldn't have had enough ammo to get through hunting season.
Andy Edwards grew up in Wyoming hunting and fishing as much as time would allow. He now lives in Western Wyoming where he is a ranch manager. Andy loves spending free time hunting, fly fishing, long range shooting and roping with family and friends.
Suddenly we glassed about 30 head of elk come out of the drainage to the north and migrating across the ridge up toward a saddle, just below the peak of the mountain. We devised a plan to get ahead of the elk and wait for them to get to us. We packed up our stuff and hurried up the trail to cut off the herd. We got up to the saddle just in time to see the herd making the corner and headed up our way. The two mature bulls in the herd both were bugling at each other every chance they got as they came our way. It was pretty awesome to see the herd wading through the snow as the bulls kept calling to each other as they got closer and closer.
The main part of the herd had cleared over the saddle as we waited for the last bull to stop for the shot. The bull stopped right at 200 yards and my buddy settled in for the shot. He shot, and nothing happened. The bull still remained there and we couldn't believe he wasn't hit. Suddenly my buddy realized he had accidentally shot the rock right in front of him as it was just low enough to not see in front of the barrel. The bull turned from the herd and had actually gone up the hill right in front of us. He slowly went right up toward the peak and rested at 460 yards. My buddy dialed up the scope and shot the bull. The bull slowly walked forward then laid down and expired.
We hiked up the snowy hillside to the bull and couldn't believe that the snow had held him up and were thankful he didn't roll down the hill to the bottom very far below. We snapped some pictures and butchered on the bull as we loaded our packs to head off the top of the mountain one last time. He couldn't have gotten a bull in a more scenic place. We all three agreed on that fact as we packed him off the steep hill side down to the ATV's.
As we were coming off the summit of the mountain I was going to step off of a rock and it broke loose underneath me, coming down on the side of my foot. I just knew I was going to roll my ankle. Surprisingly enough, my new Kenetrek boots held firm and I somehow didn't. I stood there amazed at how lucky I had just gotten with all that weight on my back, and my boots were strong enough to hold and keep me from being in a bad situation at 10,000 feet. Those Kenetrek boots seem to keep taking everything I have dished out to them.
We took a couple breaks as we were very much worn out from hunting and packing elk. We soon got off the mountain and back to camp where we loaded up our stuff and drove the 45 minute ATV ride back down to our vehicles. Our ATV's looked like 3 Gypsies were headed down the trail with all of the camping gear, coolers, and two elk. We got back to the vehicles right before dark and loaded up our stuff as we talked of a great trip and then went our separate ways.
Another Phone Call
I spent Thursday resting and helping ship some open cows down to the sale barn. Friday I went up on the Forest Permit and trailed a herd of stray pairs back down to the ranch. Looking back on it, this was a very action packed week even without out all the elk hunting. I got up Saturday morning, was drinking my morning coffee when I got a text message. It was from my Buddy Aziz and it said, "Big Bull Down!"
I texted him back and waited for him to get back to the wheelers and call me for instructions to go get the bull out. He got back and he told me the story. He, his wife and our friend Tyler had stumbled upon this bull in a recent burn area. They quickly got set up and Aziz talked Tyler into shooting the bull. This was Tyler's very first elk of any kind. We set up a place to meet and I notified my wife we would be packing out elk on that fine day. Amber and I got our gear packed up and drove north out of the ranch to go meet our friends.
We met up, and Tyler was just ecstatic about the bull he had just killed. We headed up the road and started our hike in to get the bull out. He couldn't have found this bull in an easier spot for a pack out. We got to the bull, snapped a few photos, and quartered him up to get him out. There were five of us so the pack loads were fairly easy on this trip. We headed down the draw, stopped to BS and rest at the bottom of the draw, and then headed up the hill for the last leg of our pack out. The weather was absolutely beautiful and the view was picturesque once again. After we got the bull out, we joked around and headed down to get another hard earned meal at the local café.
After the meal, I still could not believe about how fortunate I was to have taken part in 4 great elk harvests and pack outs. I don't think the week could be duplicated even if I tried. The next week, my wife and I moved to Western Wyoming to manage a ranch and start a new chapter in our lives. I could not live the life I do and get to hunt so much if it weren't for her patience and understanding I would not be able to do what I do. I would like to thank my brother, my wife, and all my hunting buddies that partook in this epic week of elk hunting. I also have to give one last thanks to a member on this forum. If it weren't for you trading powder with me, Mike, I wouldn't have had enough ammo to get through hunting season.
Andy Edwards grew up in Wyoming hunting and fishing as much as time would allow. He now lives in Western Wyoming where he is a ranch manager. Andy loves spending free time hunting, fly fishing, long range shooting and roping with family and friends.
