Colorado, 2009, DIY, Public Land
I couldn’t believe how energized I felt as we crested the last alpine ridge before descending into the remote wilderness bowl; a place we would call home for the next ten to twelve days. All the months I spent running and preparing for this backpack hunt were paying dividends, as fatigue was not a factor after the multi-mile hike in.
Who knows, maybe I really was tired but unable to feel it, as my senses were overcome with an uncontrollable desire to glass. After all, we were in the area where trees gave away to open tundra-like terrain, with occasional stunted spruce trees and the sounds of alarmed pikas calling from their rockslide shelters.
This day began at daybreak when Fred, Wally and I left the truck and started our long trek into the backcountry with nothing more than our frame packs and our bows. I have grown accustomed to this type of adventure over the last few years in Colorado. There’s just something magical about this time of year above timberline at elevations more suitable for mountain goats than mule deer.
We quickly unloaded our packs and made our camps in a small alpine spruce thicket near a large open bowl. Once camp was made and water filtered, we grabbed our spotting scopes and binoculars and took a short hike to a nearby vantage point. With thunderstorms looming and a brisk breeze blowing, I was already having the time of my life!
For a full account of Roy's adventure, go to page 30 in the March/April 2010 issue of Eastmans' Bowhunting Journal.