It was in 1985 when my great uncle Elmer Lamb began to talk once again about his favorite place and time on earth.  I had heard all of this before, but I was always ready to hear it again.  The “place” was Colorado and the “time” was Elk season.  That day, after the stories were told,  I asked Elmer and his son Herbert, When can we go?  We decided right then that the next year we would all go to Colorado.  And we did. Long story short, we didn’t get any Elk on that trip.  Some never even saw an Elk.   But, it has always been and I suppose  always will be great memories for me.  Colorado was everything that Elmer had described….and more.  Uncle Elmer and Herbert are both gone now but I always think of them as I gather my things together for another trip to hunt Elk in Colorado.  I think this year will make about 15 times I have went to the Rocky Mountains in pursuit of Elk.  This year I am going to New Mexico.  After the long drive with my friends Rick, Mike, and Joe, when I mount my horse “Flicka” and start up the trail into the basin ahead of me, I will remember how these adventures got started, and those who took the time to show me some of God’s most beautiful creation.