I don’t know what you all think about when September hits, but I think about hunting season! As the cooler days set in and the leaves begin to turn, the blood in my veins boils for hunting season. Over the past few years, this means chasing the majestic bull elk with my stick and string. Nothing beats bow hunting out west where every muscle burns, your heart pounds right out of your chest, and you might just close the distance on one of God’s most beautiful creatures.
As I boarded my flight to Denver, I could barely contain my excitement. It’s hard to focus on a book or a movie when I knew in just a few hours I would be in Colorado with my friend Al Fisher on the hunt for elk. After a long night of travel, we arrived at camp to a bright full moon sky and the sounds of bugling elk all around us. I felt like a kid right before a big game, knowing I needed to sleep but not even able to imagine settling down. Of course, that clean mountain air took the choice right out of it for me.
That morning, I woke like a shot. I got dressed in my new Sitka gear (and I hate to be a name-dropper here, but that gear is totally DFarbz approved. It’s incredible!). I fired up some breakfast for my hunting tribe and walked out into a morning that looked like this: 
That was just the start. I will share the rest next week, but for now, my hunters, I want to hear what fires you up in the fall. Is it the kids heading back to school? The cool evenings? The changing leaves? Email me with your answers!
