Game over.
Elk 8, Hunters 2.
Although this was the lowest success rate we've ever posted in 10 years of business, it was still a good hunt. Both ranches had 5 elk hunters. I guided the Mabie party and as you saw, we killed two herd bulls. If they would have anchored the three other bulls opening morning, we would have at least had 4 elk on the ground (Mike missed the bull opening day then killed the good bull the 6th day) which is more on par with our normal success rate. But hey, we all miss once in a while, except for me- I do it more often
. Tyler will update you all on the other ranch soon.
It was great to serve this party of hunters and looks like they'll be back next year.
Before I became an outfitter, I used to think only rich, fat hunters hired outfitters and you had to hold their hands and help them blow their noses. While that might be true someplaces, I can tell you that hasn't been my experience. I've learned more often than not that these hunters are just like us- they love to hunt, have the skills to do it, and usually have a lifetime of hunting experience- they just don't live where the elk and mule deer live.
I've made some good friends over the years in this business and am a little sad when the last day of the season comes and they all prepare to leave.
Don Mabie is the father of this group and he was a pleasure to work for these last few years. He's in his late 70's and has been hunting since the 1940's! He is a wealth of experience in hunting
and life . I've learned much from him. He brings his friend of similar age, Trent Geldersma, and they are a hoot to be with. All three of us are Christians and have that connection too, which to me is the greatest of blessings.
Don's a little concerned that this may be "the end of the trail" and his last trip out West due to his aging wife and a few health issues of his own. While the next generation of Mabies will pick up where ever Don leaves off, I will never forget this old man whom I've learned so much from. Thanks for making it all happen Don!
If I don't get to see you again on this side of heaven, wait for me where this trail ends and the next one picks up- I will be there.
Your friend forever, Robby Denning.
