I think I can see the top of a tine just slightly peeking out above some tall brush. I hope it is what Im looking for a bull Elk. I ca hear my stomach grumble in hunger for this massive beast. Oh no he must of caught wind of me!!! He's on the run. Im running like a mad woman up in the trench's of Cougar country, not like the cougar's of the city. I lost sight of him yet again and now my feet are like cubes of ice, every step is more painful than the next. I must stop and build a fire and warm myself... . Next week will I ever capture the beast of my dreams???

The smell

It is 4 am and the dew of the mountain side is soaking threw my Red Head boots,which are suppose to be water proof. I can feel a slight chill of the January night still in my lungs. I am still trying to find my way in the Cedars of the Rocky Mt.'s the bristles of the tree's are continuously hitting me in the face as I walk threw the brush.I have a sent of pheromone in the air is it,could it be,I hope it is an Elk. No small game that's for pussy's. It's Old Painless and me against the Mountain. To be continued.... Follow me on Twitter.

Hey guys I am going to give a little piece of sanity every week about how hunting purifies the soul!