The daughter of a consulting forester and general outdoor enthusiast, I essentially grew up in the woods of Oregon’s Willamette Valley. I tagged along on hunts with my dad basically from the time I could walk. Then as soon as I was old enough, I took my hunter’s safety course and started hunting blacktail deer alongside him. Hunting blacktail in Oregon isn’t easy. Spot and stalk hunting is where it’s at and you can be out hiking for miles, not seeing another person – or blacktail for that matter. Despite my love for the outdoors and hunting practically my entire life, the last few years (and a few kids) later, I’ve let life get in the way and my time in the woods has been sporadic at best.
Every hunter has their animal. The one animal that fills their dreams and the one they would give up all hunting just to chase them one more time. For me, that animal is the elk. There’s just something about them. I’m not sure, but I have to assume that it’s a combination of the beautiful country they live in, the size of the animal, and the size of the antlers. Or the fact that a bugle can haunt your dreams day in and day out.