Wyoming Elk Hunt, October 1st-3rd, 2007
Karlie, Blake, and I all drew elk tags in Wyoming this year.
For obvious reasons Karlie will write the story explaining this hunt but for now the photos will tell the story.
who says elk camp isn't a family affair. Thanks to my wife who comes along and brings the little ones.
Not sure which of these pictures best explain why I love to hunt. Each of them speaks volumes about the experience, from the scenery, to the smiles, to a girls first bull elk (a six point at that). All add up to memories that will last a life time not only mine but theirs as well.
                                                        My First Bull Elk
                                                                                                          Karlie Christensen

        On the 1st of October 2007 we started our hunt for elk. We woke up at 4 o’clock in the morning and started getting ready to go. Dad and I saddled the horses while Blake got lunch ready to go. Then we loaded the horses in the trailer and left. We went 2 miles down the road. We then got the horses out and left for the spot where I killed my cow elk 2 years ago. We sat and waited until 1 o’clock and then moved to another spot not far away to look at new country. When we got there we had lunch and got an hour and a half nap. Then Dad looked out again and saw a group of elk 2 or 3 miles away so we said “let’s go for them.” We found the main trail and followed it for a while then we got off the trail and went up the mountain. When we got to the top we heard shots. Some one was shooting at the elk we wanted to look at them and may be shot one. So we hoped that the elk would come are way but they didn’t. Then we went back to the truck and went back to camp. We then undid our saddles, fed our horses, had dinner, and went to bed.

The next day we did not leave until 11 o’clock. We got ready the same way we did the day before. But we went to a new place and Brandi came with us. When we got to the top of the hill where we were going to sit for the rest of the day we stopped to have lunch. Then at 4 o’clock we went to our places. Blake and I were sitting where my grandpa had sat 3 or 4 years ago when my dad got his elk. Then my dad and little sister went down about a mile from us to watch another spot for elk. It was maybe 5 o’clock when we saw 5 does cross the little ravine we were watching. We watched them until they disappeared at 6. After them we heard a weird sound we thought it was an elk but found out that it was some cows far off. Then about 6:20 Blake said “Karlie there is a bull elk.” I turned and saw a BIG bull elk about 230 yards away. When I saw it I got buck fever. I got it in my scope and got ready to shoot. BANG! Then I started freaking out to see if I had got it. Blake looked in his binoculars and confirmed that I had got it. But I had to make sure and then it fell. We were so excited and it only took 1 shot. Then Blake and I packed up and left for my bull. Mean while Dad and Brandi were coming up to the opposite side, because they got screwed from some stupid cows and hunters who had pushed the cows down were Dad and Brandi were watching. Then when they were close to the middle of the big hill they thought they had heard a shot but they talked themselves out of it because they though it was a stupid cow. As they got closer they thought they could hear us so they finely turned on their radio and we told them that I had got a 6 point bull.
Grandpas's Monster Mulie
   He's going to have to do this story
Some hunts this is what you come home with. A few pictures and memories of a great trip(s). This picture was taken yesterday morning (October 27th 2007) as Blake and sat atop "South Mountain" It was a cold morning with a stiff south wind. No elk decided to show up but what a great day for a late fall horse ride. The day before was an incredible experience. We chased elk for 4 hours covering about 3 miles. The herd had at least 100 animals in it. I was never able to see the entire herd. I herd more bugles yesterday then I have heard in my entire life. I would guess over 100 different bugles. Unfortunatly they spent most of the time in Idaho. Blake did miss a shot at 317 yards at a nice 5 point bull. As the entire herd left the country for parts unknown, I tried to spot a bull that was worthy of my bullet but I couldn't find on. There was one small 6 point and at least a dozen spikes, but the grandaddy was not to be found. I counted up the days hunting  this season. I hunted for seven days, spent another 2 hauling camp in or out, 4 days hunting antelope, 4days hunting dear, 8 days hunting caribou, 3 days hunting turkeys, 15 days hunting bear, and waterfowl season is just beginning. Killed a Black bear, my son passed up a black bear, a mountaing goat, carbiou, 3 turkeys, 3 antelope and a bull elk. It's going to be hard to beat this season.