I remember my first hunt to Colorado...really exciting. We were bow hunting in the White River National Forest near Meeker & Buford, Colorado. We backpacked in about four miles and camped next to Big Fish Lake. The mountains were simply breath-taking. Pappy has been to that same spot and knows what I'm talking about. The first morning hunt I was sitting in the edge of one of the parks watching the sun come up. Heard a bull or two bugle way off. After about an hour or so, I kept looking up above the timber line to a flat rocky area just prior to the rock face. I decided I had to go up there, and after about an hour climb I broke out of the timber and onto a really large shelf with boulders and the rock face before me. I sit and took it all in for over an hour. There were little animals that weren't even afraid of me (marmots?). I guess they had learned bad lessons about humans yet due to lack of seeing many of us.
It took me a couple of days of soaking in the beauty of the mountains before I could settle down and seriously hunt. I think I shot once during that hunt and stuck an arrow in the ground under a small muley bucks belly. Extremely successful hunt!
Good to know there are more folks out there that appreciate the "boring" outdoors.