Bow’s Tuned, Broadheads Are Sharp–It’s Elk Camp Time Again
Hey everyone, That time of year has rolled around again—our annual elk hunting trip out on Alberta crown land is just about here—we leave Friday morning—and the excitement’s been building for weeks. I’ve been hitting the range regularly, dialling in my compound bow, and making sure the broadheads are razor sharp. I’ve packed my go-to elk calls—can’t head in without my favourite diaphragm calls and trusty bugle tube. With any luck (and a bit of wind in our favour), we’ll get into some action. We’ll be setting up camp by the river again—same spot we’ve returned to for years now. It’s got no cell service, no distractions, and an endless supply of river rocks, which my three kids take very seriously. Their rock collection efforts are relentless, and every “perfect” one gets proudly presented to me—usually while I’m trying to cook a meal. Honestly, it’s one of the best parts of the trip. As much as we’re out there for elk, there’s a lot more going on. We’ll spend some days hunting grouse and rabbit too—I'll be bringing along my reflex/deflex for that. It’s a great way to involve the kids and get them learning about ethical hunting, patience, and the responsibility that comes with pursuing game. We talk a lot about respect—for the animals, the land, and the process. No shortcuts, no egos—just doing it right and appreciating every part of it. And of course, I’ll be out there with my dad, husband, and a few old buddies—guys I’ve shared a campfire and a lot of missed shots with over the years. The jokes haven’t changed, but somehow they keep getting funnier. Wishing everyone a safe, respectful, and memorable season. May your arrows fly true and your coolers fill up—whether it’s with meat or just stories worth retelling.