When wanderlust strikes sometimes I climb on my Harley and head south on Lee Highway, through the Manassas Battlefield. To the west of it lies Bull Run Mountain. Beyond that, across Virginia's vast piedmont, lies the Blue Ridge, and beyond that lies the Shenandoah Valley. Elk once roamed that valley. Astride the bike on cool Saturday mornings in September I revel in the sights, sounds and scents of fall. I think about moving west, about the wanderlust of Americans who preceded me, and about elk and elk hunting.
In pre-Columbian times, as many as 10 million elk inhabited North America. They roamed from coast to coast, and from southern Mexico to the brink of the Arctic Circle in Canada. Today more elk—about a million—inhabit the United States than at any other time in the last 100 years thanks to hunter-conservationists. And though they also inhabit some states east of the Mississippi, I still can't think of elk without simultaneously thinking about the Rocky Mountains, which are decidedly farther west than I am able to move and still maintain a desirable commute to NRA HQ.
Such is the siren song conjured by the bugle of a mature bull. Hear it once and you're bound to return to his landscape again and again. Hunt him, or better yet place a bullet just so in his boiler room, and you're hooked for life on a glorious pursuit.
I don't use such words lightly, because most assuredly an elk hunt is never boring; the critters and the landscape they inhabit see to that.
Whether it's among pictographs in New Mexico or down a buffalo jump in Montana, every step I take in elk country reminds me that I am hardly the first to hunt what many consider America's most magnificent big game. After a morning of butt-kicking, oxygen-robbing, heartbreaking effort, I wonder what those who walked before me would think of my vain pursuit. Would they commiserate with or laugh at my foolish mistakes? Would they approve of my stalks and shots? When lunch in the sun beneath the quakies lulls me to sleep, I dream of them, their trials and their trophies. Though the hunting days of the ones who came before me are long gone, I awaken every time to the knowledge that my hunt is never over until the last moment of legal shooting light on my last day in the West. So when my optimism is rewarded I curtail my exhilaration and stop to give thanks, and I remember I have once again renewed my membership in an exclusive club.
I envy those who live in elk country. I pity those who have never seen it and felt it and hunted it. Though I am happy I have entered and hunted it often and killed a mere four elk, if I kill 40 more I don't think it will be enough to stanch my desire to stalk the animals on their ground. I'm an elk hunter—I'm sure of it. I may not live within earshot of elk, but I carry their song with me always.
Do This at the Range
Start range sessions with an understudy rifle
that mimics your deer rifle. You likely haven't fired a round in earnest in months, and no doubt your skills are rusty after the winter/spring layoff. So don't beat yourself up, waste expensive ammo or grow frustrated. Use a rimfire to concentrate on breathing, relaxing, squeezing the trigger and following-through on meaningful shots. Then move to your centerfire rifle of choice.
Bore-sight a new scope at close range.
Weighing 55-70 pounds, shorthairs push size limits, but they can make charming house pets if not overly hyperactive. They may not require as much exercise as setters or pointers, but probably need more than any dog on this list.
Move off the bench.
In preparation for hunting, a bench rest is good for one thing only—assuring your rifle is zeroed. There are no shooting benches in the woods, so why use one for practice? Instead, fire from the prone, sitting, kneeling and offhand positions most likely used while hunting.
Become proficient with artificial shooting rests.
The best field-shooting position can always be enhanced with a backpack, a pair of shooting sticks or a proper sling. Practice shooting with all three, make them part of your "kit" and never leave home without them.
Identify problems with rifles and ammo now.
Extractors break. Scope erectors grow weak and stop taking adjustments. Ammo misfires. Now, not November, is the time to wring out problems with equipment.
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The year that Sumner, Mo., erected a statue of "Maxie" to commemorate being the "Wild Goose Capital of the World."
Maxie sports a 65-foot wingspan while resting on a cinderblock building in a community park.
The number of cackling subspecies.
The cackling goose, a smaller-bodied goose prominent in Canada and Alaska, is a tundra-breeder with considerably more black plumage than the Canada. At one time, the cackling goose was considered the smallest subspecies of the Canada, but is now recognized as a separate species.