Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Elk Hunting I've never been elk hunting.

If you haven't done it already, don't start now. You'll just keep wanting more. First the deer rifle was OK, then you'll decide you need a dedicated elk rifle, then a better optic, then a 1000yd range finder, pretty soon you'll be buying an outfitter tent, but that will only last a few seasons when you realize you can buy a fifth wheel and have a hot shower at the end of the day. You'll arrive at camp at night and your ego will tell you that you can back the RV into your spot, and as you do, you'll smash your black water holding tank on a snow covered stump, rending you a $500 repair bill when you get home and an even more joyous experience of sh*tting in the woods, which you so heroically thought you ended when you connived the bank to write a big fat check for your towable condo. At the same time you'll realize that your F150's tow rating means crap at altitude so you'll be dreaming of a dedicated, lifted 4x4, 1-ton dually to tow the RV. Hope you don't plan on staying married. Talking about egos, every year you'll be reminded what a wuss you are as the mountains relentlessly kick your ass by the end of day one. And let me tell you from experience, the mountains get bigger every year, even if you think you are in great shape. Add in some overpriced, name brand camo so everyone knows how serious you are about elk hunting and you'll be a full fledged addict. Your precious RV will permanently smell like a gym locker after a week, and your knees will have accumulated irreparable damage. Despite coming back to camp in the dark and having a 4AM wakeup call your mind will tell you that a few drams of the single malt you brought with you for celebration is best to be drank right away. Hope you remembered that 500pill bottle of Advil as the alcohol and altitude bring you to your knees. Your coolers won't get filled for years as you humbly realize elk hunting isn't like the the whack-o-mole game you played in the arcade as a kid. You'll soon think that Will Primos is on the Devil's payroll and his videos are just paranormal dreams meant to brainwash you into thinking elk magically walk to you when you squeeze the Hoochie Mama. You will feel anything but rested and relaxed. You will show up back to work exhausted, bruised, deflated, broke, and be damned to come up with a good story why you didn't fill.

You sure you want that? There's no going back.