Photo by Ken Dunwoody
By Jim Burnworth
No moment in hunting compares to that shot of adrenaline that goes right to a hunter's heart like when he or she is chasing an elk.
My first bull came at the age of twelve, with my father by my side amid Oregon's dense, rugged Coast Range. That experience changed my life and, ever since, I've been in elkaholic recovery. I live by the motto, “There are only so many seasons in a man's life and you have to take advantage of every one of them.” At least that's what I've been telling my wife all these years.
Elk hunting is part of my DNA. Recently, I reflected on the elk hunting experiences I've been fortunate to have. Those magical times in the field when a bull is...