The largest bull I killed in my life came from the Olympic Peninsula in the 1990s. A friend and I mountain biked in behind a closed gate five miles, and then hiked a couple more miles down a spur road. We never saw another hunter in those years in large part because of the difficulties getting in on out of there. At my age now I couldn't do that nor hike 5 to 10 miles into wilderness areas to hunt as I did back then. I don't begrudge that I can't, and hope that younger and more fit hunters can and will take advantage of those opportunities. I'm older, wiser and will continue to hunt to the best of my abilities but don't expect to do what I did in my youth.
