Golly. I never thought I could get so darn tired!
For the last few years, I've always gone up into the mountains with sons and grandkids for either the deer or elk hunts. We set up the big wall tent and wood stove, and I spend the week with my Dutch ovens and skillets cooking for the crew.
Several months ago, I told my fourteen-year old grandson, Brig, that if he drew a bull elk tag this year, I'd cook for him. Didn't think he'd luck out, but, by golly, he did. So, on Friday, September 21st, I was up at 10,000 feet manning the cook stove and fire pit.
After six days of hiking, glassing, scouting, and even more hiking and glassing, Brig came up empty. But, bless his heart, he said he had a great time just being in the outdoors and camping. (He even said the food was "amazing," but I'm thinkin' he said that just to make sure I'd come up again next year.)
Here are a few pictures taken that week.
First, here I am with my border collie, Suzy (camp dog supreme).
Here are a few shots of the area.
Poor Brig after hiking three or four days since 5:00 a.m., and glassing for six hours.
And finally, Brig gets to ride out on the last day.
All in all, a good time, but I'm sure glad to be back home and to sleep in a real bed. As good as my old canvas bedroll is, it doesn't beat my bed at home.
For the last few years, I've always gone up into the mountains with sons and grandkids for either the deer or elk hunts. We set up the big wall tent and wood stove, and I spend the week with my Dutch ovens and skillets cooking for the crew.
Several months ago, I told my fourteen-year old grandson, Brig, that if he drew a bull elk tag this year, I'd cook for him. Didn't think he'd luck out, but, by golly, he did. So, on Friday, September 21st, I was up at 10,000 feet manning the cook stove and fire pit.
After six days of hiking, glassing, scouting, and even more hiking and glassing, Brig came up empty. But, bless his heart, he said he had a great time just being in the outdoors and camping. (He even said the food was "amazing," but I'm thinkin' he said that just to make sure I'd come up again next year.)
Here are a few pictures taken that week.
First, here I am with my border collie, Suzy (camp dog supreme).
Here are a few shots of the area.
Poor Brig after hiking three or four days since 5:00 a.m., and glassing for six hours.
And finally, Brig gets to ride out on the last day.
All in all, a good time, but I'm sure glad to be back home and to sleep in a real bed. As good as my old canvas bedroll is, it doesn't beat my bed at home.
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