GROWING UP HUNTING THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS OF PENNSYLVANIA, there was always something within me that made me want to branch out and explore new country. I had heard other people say how much they would love to hunt the West, but they always had an excuse. They didn’t have the time or money. Or maybe they were too old. Regardless, I decided I didn’t want to be like them. I was going to make it happen; the sooner, the better!
Still, I wondered. Would it be possible to go on an epic bowhunting adventure on public land, on an over-the-counter elk tag, completely do-it-yourself, in some of the most rugged wilderness Colorado had to offer? Honestly, I wasn’t sure. Lucky for me, my brother, Kurt, and cousin, Mason, were just…