I am an elk hunter, pure and simple, have been for 60 years. Last October I was sitting in the timber on a ridgeline at 7,000+ feet, at sunrise, listening to three bulls bugling and carrying on for 3 hours. It was fantastic, and a wonderment, just before sunset a very nice big fat cow walked into an opening 300 yards away and I killed her. The hunt is the thrill, it always will be, the end of the hunt is depressing. I would love to try Cape Buffalo, but I doubt that will ever become a reality, at least I can dream.
