Beau and Cord provided the beautiful 6X6 bull elk on Beau's back - congratulations men! Penn was squeakin' and they went creepin' and encountered a beautiful bull - breaking a 3 year elk drought for us! They worked as a team but it just so happened Beau had the kill-shot - 300 yards - through the heart. Well done Beau.
The freezer is happy again - balanced with the remains of last year's 5 deer and a fresh bull. Life is good. This was our 12th year and Beau's best to be sure.
Coming out of the woods with the horns.
 Loading the meat. |  Our new OUTSTANDING Iron Cloth Panniers. |
I had the extreme pleasure of tending horses in a mountain meadow surrounded by aspens while the men butchered the elk. I've never had it so good. That's not true - one other time - when Max was 14, I got to tend the horses for an hour or so and then I butchered with them. I don't mind - it's part of the deal but I felt like a queen with my only job to graze the horses - wahoo! I dried tack in the sun and rotated horses around the meadow until they were stuffed.
I had time to take the above picture - which is as zoomed as I could go - to see the bit of orange which is them - up on the sidehill - doin' the hard stuff.
"I made meat Ma" is an old mountain-man term and we say it when we are blessed with clean, excellent food like Colorado-grown elk.
This trip was special - we might rest next year - we completed a dozen years in the high-high and we feel we are due a break from the big trip. I spend months getting myself and the horses ready for 11,000 ft. This is a good thing - don't get me wrong - but Cord and I have always dreamed of going up there in the summer - when we are not battling the extremes while carrying extra-heavy gear and guns - what would that be like? In all these years we never made a summer trip. So there - a new goal - what if I was hunting flowers - seeds, wild food? It sounds heavenly. And it is.
Friends, I will write this year's hunting story soon and shall send it around the holidays - until then, keep your feet dry.
I had time to take the above picture - which is as zoomed as I could go - to see the bit of orange which is them - up on the sidehill - doin' the hard stuff.
"I made meat Ma" is an old mountain-man term and we say it when we are blessed with clean, excellent food like Colorado-grown elk.
This trip was special - we might rest next year - we completed a dozen years in the high-high and we feel we are due a break from the big trip. I spend months getting myself and the horses ready for 11,000 ft. This is a good thing - don't get me wrong - but Cord and I have always dreamed of going up there in the summer - when we are not battling the extremes while carrying extra-heavy gear and guns - what would that be like? In all these years we never made a summer trip. So there - a new goal - what if I was hunting flowers - seeds, wild food? It sounds heavenly. And it is.
Friends, I will write this year's hunting story soon and shall send it around the holidays - until then, keep your feet dry.
Beau and Cord parting out the bull.
 Gorgeous boy in the wilderness. |  Grazing girls in camp. That mountain is over 11,000 ft. |
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