Mine isn't that bad, but...

2006 elk hunt in Colorado. The first day of the hunt is great and I got in on a number of bulls but just couldn't get a shot opportunity. That night it snowed 18" of the good packing snow that is as loud as a firecracker when you walk on it. Kind of made spot and stalk elk hunting pretty tough. We were able to get within a few hundred yards of elk, but you couldn't even try to get closer thanks to the loud snow. There was also a guy in camp who didn't bring any boots, just sneakers to hunt in. He asked if he could borrow my extra boots so I gave him them and then he complained about me not giving him the pair I wanted to wear! I couldn't believe that. Anyway, I was lucky enough to fall down a steep ravine in the snow and whack my knee on a rock, so that was cool[&:]Highlight of the week.

Of course, my 2007 caribou hunt wasn't very good hunting either. I saw less caribou all week than in any one day in 2005. Black flies took enough skin and blood to make me dizzy, and it poured down rain most of the days.

The company was good on both trips though and if I knew it would be the same I would go anyway. If nothing else it is good times with my father.