Hunting Roosevelt Elk in Western Oregon
By Gary Lewis
Hunting Elk in a Ford F-150 Truck
What a winter! Now it is March, the first day of spring and the snow is (almost) behind us. If you were to ask me the name of the F-150 Lariat in the driveway, I’d tell you I call it The Blizzard.
For the first
Elk Hunting in Western Oregon
It was dad’s tag, his first hunt for elk. To get there we had to cross the Cascades, which for most of the winter, was a dicey thing. On
In the truck at
On the air came the scent of elk. There were close to 80 in the herd, cows, calves and a spikes, raghorns and one good branch-antlered bull. We hunted for one cow with bad feet – with hoof rot. In the
We tried again on the second day, but the suffering elk offered no shot. Instead, Dad found another cow elk in the crosshair and sent a Nosler Partition out to do its work. The landowner had several more damage control hunts scheduled behind us and would continue to try to find the cow with hoof rot.
Another Successful Elk Hunt
It was the work of an hour to skin and quarter the animal. We loaded the quarters in the Blizzard and headed home to Central Oregon, back through snowy mountain passes and out into the high desert.
One moment stands out in memory: a herd of elk streaming across a meadow and leaping a fence to cross the road, jumping another fence. Eighty