Colorado Scenery, Elk Highly Prized

Posted on November 16, 2011 by


During the month of October, from the 14th to the 21st, I spent time in Colorado.

Though I was tired from my early waking at 5:15 in the morning, I was pleasantly surprised by how sunny Colorado was when my plane landed at the Denver airport.

After my father and I were picked up by my grandparents, we then went on a lengthy drive through the rural mountain areas. On our way up the mountains, we stopped in a small town called Idaho Springs and ate at a restaurant well-known in the Denver area for its pizza at a place named Beau Jo’s. After eating one of their mountain-pie style pizzas, we drove off to the campsite where my father and I would be staying for the following days.

We had to drive up the Rocky Mountains, where we saw a spectacular view of the land below. In fact, throughout the whole trip, I was continually impressed by the fantastic scenery I saw, from the snow-capped peaks to the small stream that gives birth to the mighty Colorado River.

When we finally arrived, I was exhausted and slept until 5:30 Colorado time (7:30 Eastern Standard time), which was when I had to wake up to go hunting. That whole day I did not see a single elk, but the next day there was luck for the group with which I was hunting. One of the men in the group named Roger killed a cow or female elk. While helping to carry the elk’s meat, I developed painful blisters on my heels. Because of this and the fact that poor weather was predicted for that day, my dad gave me the next day to relax in the motel where my grandparents were staying.

After my day of relaxation, I was ready to get back into the woods, and there was no better time to do this because that evening my dad shot his first elk. It was a bull, or male, that had a perfectly symmetrical rack of antlers, five points on each antler. Unfortunately I could not help out much with carrying the meat because, while helping with the cutting of the meat, my hands almost froze solid.

The next day was spent driving to the taxidermist, a butcher who would prepare the meat, The Stanley Hotel where the movie “The Shining” was filmed, and, lastly, Estes Natural Park, where I saw herds of elk and even several mule deer. The next day we packed up all of our things and took them to another motel closer to the Denver Airport.

The next day my father and I left for the airport. It was a fun trip, but I was glad to be going home.

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