As the bugles were now 40-50 yards away, the bull started raking a tree. Our goats paused from feeding, watched up the mountain in fear, and ran to Benjis side as they knew what they had just heard had much bigger horns than them. I could hear him coming in slow and caught a small glimpse of his antlers just before he quickly bombed off the steep rocky hillside. There he was 5 yards in front of me, covered in mud, he paused for a split second.
Autumn’s true passion with Hammered In The Mountains is to turn those elk ivories into wearable memories. As an avid backcountry hunter herself, she knows the significance of each hunt and how those memories are so meaningful to us all. Her handcrafted, rugged, and creative hard work is an extension of your hunts and celebrations.