Well after getting caught up at work and home and having a little time this past weekend to do some easy hunting (whitetails), I have actually found some time to fill you in on the Pearson elk adventure. We left for Colorado on September 17 with thoughts of big screaming bulls in our heads. The 21 hour trip really didn’t seem all that bad until we hit Colorado…then the anticipation of getting to camp made it that much longer. But we finally arrived about noon Friday and quickly got settled in. After a quick nap we were out to get a closer look at the spectacular but rather intimidating mountains. (You see, the closest we Wisconsin boys have been to “mountains” is the Buffalo County ridges during turkey season.) We spent the afternoon driving and glassing, looking and listening and did eventually get a game plan together for the next morning.
Dan checking out meadows just after sundown
(Days 1 & 2) The opening weekend of archery in Colorado also overlaps the end of muzzle loader season…and we quickly found out that our spot we were going to hunt was filled with blaze orange. There were at least 8 hunters in that area hunting one particular bull, so we decided to head off to another spot and give this area a rest. Once we arrived at our second location, Dan gave out a scream on his bugle and we ended up getting two responses. We set up about 100 yards a part hoping to draw one of these guys in but no such luck. After about a half an hour the timber became silent as the bulls made there way out of calling range and settled into the dark timber for the afternoon. As day one began to wind down, Dan began to feel a migraine coming on as we were making our way back to the tuck. Dan has suffered from migraines his entire life and we were concerned about what the change in elevation would do to him…we found out in a hurry. As he felt the migraine coming, he quickly took two vicodin to try and counter the pain. But by the time we got to the truck it was too late and the migraine had firmly had it’s grip on him. He was hoping that a good night sleep would take care of it so we headed back to camp for the evening. (Day 2) It was quite obvious that Dan was not going to be able to go the next morning so he stayed home and I headed out to see what I could find, but after only a couple of hours the heavens opened up and it began to rain and hail…a sign that I should head back and check on Dan. Turns out he wasn’t any better so we ended up heading into Cortez and the Emergency Room where he was treated to a shot for his migraine. The shot takes about 10 minutes to kick in and he was out like a light. It was a good thing we went in as that was the ticket and the rest of the trip was migraine and pain free and we could concentrate our efforts again on elk!
Dan taking a breather after our first bull encounter
(Days 3 – 5) With all medical conditions behind us now, we could focus on the big bulls of the San Juan National Forest again. We are now back to where we wanted to hunt opening morning. We set up in a meadow to do some glassing when Dan says he heard a bugle…problem was it was about a mile away and down the mountain. Excitement kicks in as we make our way to the bull. Once we get closer (meaning where I can hear it to) we notice that there are at least three bulls in the area. So we continue towards them hoping to get the attention of at least one of them. As we reach a point on the edge of a drop off, we can hear that the bull is directly below us….about 300 yards away. The only way to get to him is almost straight down. As we make our way through the dark timber we enter a section of aspens and the woods becomes more open. The bull continues to scream as we slowly slide down to him when I notice something about 200 yards down…a cow! Our first elk of the trip. She is not moving though…the reason is the wind had switched on us and is now blowing directly down towards her. Suddenly there were 8 cows and they all were on the move…BUSTED. As they head off I was curious to see if the bull is behind them…and sure enough he was. From that distance we could easily see he was a shooter. He stopped long enough that if we had a rifle we could’ve tagged him, but of course we didn’t. We estimated him as probably either a 5×5 or 6×6 bull. Little did we know that that would be the big encounter of the trip as we never could get close enough to these bulls to coax them away from their herd. But it was worth the trip to just see that one bull. We spent the next three days hunting this particular area as we had anywhere from 3 – 5 bulls going at a time. But in the end it was the terrain and the pressure from the muzzleloaders that did us in.
Setting sun in the mountains
All in all it was one of the best hunting trips I’ve ever been on. Dan and I have hunted together now for over 30 years and to me it ranks up there as one of the best hunts ever. After a year of planning the trip has come and gone, but the planning has just begun for a return trip in a few more years. Thanks Dan again for sharing this adventure with me and I look forward to more trips in the future.
I did find the shed of a 5×5. It has a “drop” near the bottom like a cork screw.
Great read Mike, even the bluff land is flat compared to some of them hills out west. Get ’em next time.
Mike and Dan:
Thanks for the story and pics. Like yourselves, there’s alot of hunts I’ve been on where you don’t harvest an animal but are still happy with the net result. That part of the San Juans near Cortez is an area I’ve been to before as well, and I can attest to how pretty it is! Sorry to hear about the migranes Dan, but it sounds like once that stuff was taken care of you were good to go. I’m sure you guys are already planning your next trip!
Joel
Thanks for the great read
Sounds like you guys had some great “Bro” time 
Awesome Recap of the hunt!
It looks like you two had a great hunt together even though you did not harvest your bull! Thanks for sharing your hunt with us!
Anything you would do different next time or mistakes you made that others should be aware of?
We both had decided that thing we would do different is to actually get down to where the bulls were the first day. (Even if it means to get down to the bottom of the mountain). These bulls were pushed hard by the muzzleloaders, so to get close to them means going through some very demanding places. When we left the truck, it took us 45 minutes by foot to get to where we wanted to be…it took us 2 hours to travel the same distance back to the truck. All of it was up the mountain. We figured if we did get one and he was on the bottom of the mountain, that it would take the two of us a full day to pack him out with multiple trips. That would be one thing we would change about the trip. And now being out there and going through it, we know what to lok for as far as sign and what they are doing. This picture is of Dan on that 2 hour walk back to the truck!
Nice read Mike
Isn’t it just awesome to get a BIG BULL with-in eyesight ??? I will never forget seeing the GIANT I seen, even if I didn’t get a shot at him 
There is always next time 
great read Mike thanks for sharing the pics and the stories from out west
Great report Mike!
It’s not always about the kill that builds a good hunting memory. 
I don’t have a brother but always wish that I did. Both Dan and you are very fortunate to share your passion for hunting together. 
For a chance to hunt in Buffalo County, we could always adopt you!
Yep, I always wanted an older brother.
Great Read Mike
That Shed look like it has laying there for a few years
Yep, thanks again Mike for an awesome hunt and time together. We’ve been very fortunate to share all these years of hunting and fishing together and look forward to many more years in the woods and on the lakes together. I am very thankful that our parents introduced us to the outdoors at a very young age. Now we have the same opportunities to share our passion with our kids.
Mike and I share a special bond that can not be explained. Once we hit the woods, we don’t even have to say a word to each other and we know exactly what the other is thinking.
In some instances all we need is a look or nod and it’s game on. It’s a gift the good Lord has blessed us with and one of the reason why we have been very successful over the years. Next time we head out west, I am confident we will have a little more success. I can not wait to get back out there with you!
You bet…it will definately be game on next time for sure! DP, why don’t you share some more pics from out west…I don’t have all of mine downloaded but you did take some awesome pictures!
Great Pictures
and re-cap of the adventure, Your exactly right,hunting is way more than just the kill. 
Pictures don’t do justice…but here are a few.
Awesome GUYS!
Those pictures are priceless!
Great pictures guys, GODS Country is unmistakable.
