Greg Wierzba Elk Hunt

Retired TG Account Manager Greg Wierzba recently returned from a Colorado Elk Hunt and he sent us an email to fill us in on the story:

For the ease of reading purposes, I propose the story in the 1st grade remedial form of Dick and Jane (Eldon-Gray. 1930’s):
See Greg Hunt, Hunt Greg Hunt!
See Elk Walk, Walk Elk Walk!!!
See Greg Shot His Bow, Shoot Greg Shoot
See Elk Run, Run Elk Run!
See Elk Die, Die Elk Die
THE END!!!!!

After laughing at that version of the story, he gave us this more detailed version:

Long story short, ran to southwestern Colorado to spend a couple weeks in the mountains hunting elk during the last couple weeks of the rut.  Last year I spent 4 1/2 weeks camping and hunting at 10 thousand feet and decided to shorten it up this year due to the early heat and lack of bull activity from last year in the first couple weeks.

The hunt started out great with an encounter the first day with a good 5×5 which I had called in twice within 50 yards. But as we all know it doesn’t always work like it does on edited TV version. Tim Skenandore and myself had a few opportunities throughout the two weeks, but on the second Monday it all came together with a 5×5 bull that got sidetracked following some cows up over a pinnacle at 11,000 feet.  I was working my way up and over the top to hunt the drainage that lay to the northeast back side  which had better grass and water due to the dry summer/early fall.  Tim  had put this program together and had seen several bulls in the last few days on the back side. Working my way up that morning at 9 AM I had dropped a couple sequence calls on the pinnacle flats on the way up.  Approximately 11,000 feet. That’s when the bull presented himself at 28 yards following some cows into the dark timber (More Details at another time).  After receiving the Muzzy 3 blade the Bull went about 60 yards before tumbling another 20 down about a 60 degree pitch into the black timber.   Knowing Tim was a out and over the top approximately 3 to 4 miles away I broke the bull down (boned out) and double packed (two trips) back to camp. 1.9 miles as the crow flies.  Every day in the mountains in September is a great day, but elk camp is a damn happy place with back strap on the grill and an ice cold beer in hand after a day like that.

This saying gets used to death, but it really doesn’t sound like it gets much better than that. I’d substitute the beer for a whiskey, but to each his own. Either way, it sounds like an amazing hunt. Thanks for sharing, Werz, and congrats on your success!