It seems that many of us posting on here are no longer spring chickens! We remember days of long ago when we were decades younger, when our joints still worked, and when we had the fire to kill elk wherever we found them.
But those days have passed us by now. Or maybe we have gotten smarter with age.
I have always loved hunting in the wild places, on my own. Danger added to the adventure. Face to face encounters with grizzly bears might have a little too much spice, but more distant interactions added a lot to the tales around the campfire.
Now I would like my elk within a mile of the road or trailhead, and maybe less. Depending on the terrain, I might choose to not even shoot an elk at that distance. There are some rough places where I hunt elk, and the chances of injuring myself trying to get an elk out on my back are sometimes simply too high.
With age, nothing works as well as it used to either. Against my will, I am forced to acknowledge my limitations as my body has some hard limits on what is possible, and especially on what is advisable.
At the least, an elk is going to require me to make two trips to get it out, and that is assuming I have a partner with me helping with the pack out.
So it is not a matter of making a single trip. My body has to be able to go again for another trip just as tough as the first trip. After an overnight to stiffen up.
The grizzly bears are getting worse too. More numerous for sure. More of a factor in where I am willing to hunt. No point in killing an elk and losing it to a hungry bear.
So my bottom line is that I would probably not kill an elk more than two miles or so from the truck if I was by myself. Especially in serious grizzly country.
And with bad weather moving in, dangerous terrain to cross, and perhaps an aging body telling me to back off a bit, even that might be too much anymore.
But my reality now is that I no longer hunt alone in grizzly country anyway.
Maybe Santa will deliver some new young elk hunting partners this year!
WyoWind