Author Archives: Marko
My name is Marko, and ever since I was young I knew the blood of a hunter was coursing through my veins. Whenever my dad used to take me hunting for wild deer I used to feel the hairs on my arms straighten up just seconds before he would pull the trigger. The hunting itself was not what excited me the most, though. I could stay up all night watching my dad clean the old Winchester rifle, how he would disassemble it with such ease and pull it back together in seconds. I loved hearing stories of how he and grandpa used to spend days and nights building up the nest we still use even today. We still love frequenting, as well as taking a casual stroll down White River and Pike forests, but my very favourite spot is the Arapaho refuge. Though it is huge, we always managed to catch a couple of elks there. Growing up one of the things I cherished the most were the trips to the old Bighorn gun shop. Back in the day we had an old pickup truck, and though it would take us hours to reach it, I’d get to hear a couple more stories about how dad learned the tricks of our trade from his old man. Nowadays I’m teaching my sons how to aim down their BB guns; you’re never too young to pick up a rifle if you’re careful with it, even though those are just mere toys. Just as I enjoyed learning all I could about small and long arms, my little ones now simply love it when I come back after a weekend in the pines with a couple of skins and most delicious soon-to-be meals loaded in the back of the truck.