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THE REWARDS AND THRILL OF CHASING ELK ON PUBLIC LAND ARE UNMATCHABLE
The public lands of the West have blown open my mind and allowed inside a wild profusion of electrifying beauty, somber beauty, fecund beauty. The open spaces of the West—our prairies and badlands, and best of all, to my thinking, our mountain ranges and wilderness areas—have filled me with the most intense fragrances: mint, lupine, marsh sedges, and wild roses. And delicious tastes: venison, grouse, trout, morels, ducks, and the thing we pursue above all others, the animal that is bigger than a dream, elk.
Hunting them can be as imprecise as it is intense. There are basic laws of physics—pay attention to the wind, always, and the weather—but other…