I consider myself truly blessed to have grown up in Northern Michigan. With its rich soil, breath taking lakes, and acres of land filled with wildlife I had no trouble finding adventure as a kid. Growing up with a dad as an avid hunter it didn't take me long to get the hunting itch. I can remember sitting on a stump in the middle of the woods as the blistery, winter wind tore at my face. Patiently I would wait for my chance to take down a "big boy". I'll never forget my first harvest and the time I got to spend with my dad in the outdoors. Hunting not only became something I enjoyed doing, it became part of my very core and I was determined to pass down that same heritage to my children.
We arrived at camp exhausted from our travels; however after a home cooked meal and a short debrief of what our guide had been scouting, I was eager for morning to arrive. Being so far in the bush it gave us the chance to really take our time without interference. It was text book rut going on, the bulls were bugling early in the morning and evening. It was so thrilling being able to call these monster animals into archery range; although I was hunting with my new 300 win.mag, observing them that close is always exhilarating. I think Elk are one of my favorite animals to hunt for that reason, they're so communicative, which gives you the opportunity to really feel like you're part of their world. It is so important to me to focus my mind when I'm outdoors, it helps me gain an appreciation and respect for this sport I love.