Mine was a 2015 elk hunt in southwest CO near the Continental Divide. With the help of an outfitter, my hunting buddy and I packed in by horseback 6 miles into a wilderness area and was dropped off along with all our gear including teepee and stove. It was a week long hunt and we had a blast. It was warmer than normal and we only saw a couple of cows and one very young bull. But our disappointment was short-lived as the area was just an incredible place to hunt and hike. We never saw another hunter.
The worst hunt I've ever been on was backpack elk hunt in CO. It was a week long hunt from hell. Carry and climbing with a 60 lb. pack was too much for me even though I was only 62 years old and in decent shape at the time. After the hunt, I was pretty sure this was the reason God made horses.
