For the two weeks I had to be at home while my elk hunting season ticked on—me with a once-in-a-lifetime tag in my pocket—I was basically pacing back and forth, and restless beyond words.
I’d finally found them, and I’d drawn on a bull, and I’d heard more bugles than ever before. It still gives me chills thinking about it. But I was still stuck behind my laptop, regardless. I did my best to be present while I was at home, being there for my kids and wife, and taking the dog on long walks and runs. I was shooting my bow even more and on weirder angles and yardages, as well as putting my energy into my work and home life.
But in my head, I was in those woods. I was chasing those elk.
