Hunting elk in Area 15 in Colorado. Made a supply run into Kremmling and got stopped by a young warden and a cop chick trainee. The young hotshot starts out demanding, not asking, for our licenses. The two guys with me produced theirs but I, truthfully, told him that mine was back at camp in my pack. He made a real scene explaining about having your license on your person at all time, while hunting. I told him I never hunted elk inside the city limits and never in a general store parking lot, which is where we were. He threatened me with a ticket and confiscation of my gun, which I didn’t have. I told him that it would be a fun case to try in court if he did that. He warned me that he was going to follow up on me…. Never heard anymore.


“My horn is full and my pouch is stocked with ball and patch. There is a new, sharp flint in my lock and my rifle and I are ready. It is sighted true and my eyes can still aim.”
Kaywoodie