goHUNT LLC 2025-09-14T12:41:48Z
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Rain lashed against my truck window as I stared at the blur of green outside Gunnison, my paper maps already dissolving into soggy pulp. For three days I'd stumbled through overgrown logging roads, wasting precious pre-season scouting time chasing phantom public land boundaries. That sinking feeling of helplessness - knowing elk were nearby but being trapped by bureaucratic mapping nightmares - almost made me abandon the trip entirely. Then my hunting partner shoved his phone at me, screen glowi
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Rain lashed against my cabin window last November as I spread soggy paper maps across the table, fingers trembling with cold and frustration. For three days I'd wandered Colorado's backcountry like a ghost, boots sucking through mud while bull elk laughed from invisible ridges. Those wrinkled maps lied with cheerful contour lines, hiding locked gates and "No Trespassing" signs that shattered my hunt. I nearly threw my compass through the wall when I stumbled onto yet another rancher's driveway,