Elk Hunting, it doesn't start in September, it doesn't end in December. It runs deeper than any valley and and takes you higher than any mountain. For most that do it, it started as an early memory, most of us before we could shoot a gun or draw a bow. It can be obsession that never ends. Picking up sheds in the spring, chasing bugles in the fall, and trailing deep tracks through the winter snow. Remembering what are fathers before us shared with us: tracks, rubs, beds, and all those "secret spots." Building knowledge, drive, desire, determination, and passion. After all of the successes and downfalls our highest high is not our own personal glory. It's the excitement and success of our children that make elk hunting. I can't wait to enjoy mine for years to come. It just keeps getting better.