For several tense minutes, not a word was spoken between the three of us. We watched the bull elk move along the valley. It was quartering towards us and moved slowly as it nibbled at bushes and sage. Damian continued to peer through his rifle scope, watching every move the bull made.
Read MoreIt started with the ubiquitous 20-minute delay in leaving the tower at Energy Center 3 and that pervasive fire that would allegedly burn uncontrolled for the few days in my absence. My father idled outside the office’s doors. I extinguished the brush fire and jumped in the truck. “Sorry for the delay” I said, “I don’t think I have ever been able to get out when we have agreed.”
Read MoreThe next day was our last day to hunt for mule deer during Colorado’s 2nd Rifle Season. I pulled my beanie down over my eyes. The wind whipped around our tent as it gusted through the shallow gully choked in sagebrush.
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