The Mountains Are Calling And I Must Go

By: Wayne Hasheider
In the fall of 1971, my late uncle, Hugo Hasheider, took me on an elk hunting trip to Colorado. Even though no one got an elk, I knew that I wanted to hunt in the mountains again. I have hunted in Colorado, Wyoming, British Columbia, Yukon Alaska, and Newfoundland. In each of these places I was impressed by the beauty that God has created.

When my hunting pal, Louie Groennert, and I went elk hunting in the Buffalo Peaks Wilderness area in Colorado, our guide said that we were in God’s cathedral. The day I shot my elk, the sky was the most beautiful blue that you could have imagined and not a cloud in sight. You could see Pike Peak to the east and the Continental Divide to the west. It was an image that I will never forget.

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