So a couple of months ago I mentioned that I went Elk hunting near Walden, Colorado last October. I got my self into a bit of trouble while I was there. So just because I can’t stop thinking about this, I needed to just talk to somebody outside of my family about it. So here goes. My Dad and I had been talking about going Elk hunting for a couple of years and then my Grandfather came up with this grand plan to kind of make it all happen. My Dad’s cousin lives in Fort Collins and goes Elk hunting every year. So Grandpa’s idea was to trade his beautiful Winchester Model 70 Featherweight in .308 to his nephew in exchange for letting us tag along in there camp and help us make sure that we got all of the paper work filled out right.
So we get everything taken care of and off we go. Get to camp, get set up, everything is going great. Grandpa decides he is going to hunt with own of the other guys in camp that was about his age. So Dad and I figured we would do like always and just stick together. We see nothing the first day, Saturday, heard something run around us on the mountain but never saw anything. Day 2, Sunday, Skunked again, we figured out that we weren’t really going far enough up the mountain. The guys in the camp across the road were going all the way to the top and already had 2 cows by this point. On the way back to camp, I ended up breaking the top mounting eye off the front right shock on the ATV I was using. Called the wife and had her find the nearest Yamaha dealership. It was in Laramie, Wyo.
So on Day 3, Monday Dad and I left first thing to head to Laramie to get a shock. They didn’t have one in stock, and it was going to be about $350 for a new one. On our way to the door trying to figure out what we were going to do, a younger guy, about my age, stops us and tells us that he know a guy that could weld the shock back together. It wouldn’t have any fluid in it, but that would be better that nothing. 35 minutes and $20 later this old man had us fixed up. So we headed back to camp and got the ATV back together. No hunting on Day 3.
Tuesday, Day 4. Dad And I headed as far up the mountain as we could with the ATV’S and then walked even farther. Saw and heard nothing all morning. Went back to camp for lunch. Met all of the guys and decide we would see if we could push anything out to My Grandpa as we all know that he would never again go Elk hunting. In the process of this walk I got turned around at so point and got lost. 2 and a half hours later and the first Panic Attack of my life, I found the road back to camp and walked the 6 miles back. The guys went and got my ATV for me. Felt sick and didn’t eat much.
Here is where the trip really went down hill. Wednesday, Day 5. Get up early, feel great. Dad And I decided to just walk out of camp and up the mountain. About 25 minutes in I hear something. I freeze. Movement below me. I watch as 2 cow elk head up towards me. A small one in the lead with a larger one in tow. Put gun to shoulder, open scope covers, tried like hell to control my breathing. The little one must have figured out something was up and took off. As the larger one stops broadside at about 60 yards I let loose a 180 Accu-bond out of my .338 Federal. Elk never even moved. Pumped another round into her. This time I she her move and know she was hit. She starts to stumble, then regains her composer and tries to take off. So I hit her 1 final time from about 50 yards away in the shoulder. She goes down. I make sure she stayed down, and collected my brass. This is where it goes bad. As I walked up to her to start my paper work I notice that she doesn’t look right. Something was wrong. Then it hits me. Moose calves look just like Cow elk. The calf lead up the hill. I never identified my target. I had never seen a moose calf before in my life. At this point I started hating myself for being an idiot, and started yelling and cussing myself out loud for being so stupid. This is about the time Dad shows up. I know that I screwed up, so I asked him to stay there as I went back to camp to call the game warden.
Get to camp and make my phone call. He said that he was on his way and told me to start field dressing it. So I head back up the mountain to due just that. 2 hours and 8 guys later I had my moose back in camp and loaded into the game wardens truck. Dad and I fallow him into town where I received a ticket for Hunting in a Careless Manner. Fine $700. Then I had to go over to the DA’s office to fill out all of the paper work. Had to ask my Dad to float me the $700, which he had to take a cash advance out on his credit card to do, but got it paid and all the paper work done. Went back to camp. Didn’t sleep at all.
Couldn’t tell you what happened from here on out, as I just wasn’t feeling it after this.
For those that don’t know, in Colorado they have a point system for game law violations. 20 or more point and they can suspend you hunting privileges for 5 years. And thanks to the Wildlife Violator Compact of 2009, if your privileges are suspended in 1 of the 33 states involved with it, they are suspended in all of them. Hunting in a Careless Manner is a 20-point offense. So last week I got my certified letter from Colorado Dept. of Wildlife telling me that I have until June 26 to schedule a hearing date. The hearing is to decide if they are going to suspend my hunting rights or not. The gentleman that I talked to told me that I didn’t need to be present; I could do it as a conference call. I told him that if my hunting privileges are going to be revoked, that I wanted them to tell me to my face. I have also already called the game warden that wrote the ticket and talked to him. He said that he would right me a letter saying he recommended no suspension since I did the right thing and turned my self in and helped them get the animal down off the mountain.
Sorry this was so long but I just wanted to let everybody know what I have been going through. I believe in my heart that they won’t suspend my privileges, but you lever know. I am borrowing a friend of mines HD Dyna Wide Glide, and leaving for Denver the first week of August. I really hope that all goes well and I have a great ride home. But I am still worried that I am going to get screwed for an accident and doing the right thing by turning my self in. I guess time will tell. Hurry up August. I need to know. This is driving me nuts
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