Dustin and Laura,
I just wanted to let you know that I’m extremely upset with Trophy Mountain Outfitters. It seems that I can’t concentrate on work or honey do’s around the house anymore. My thoughts are always on the fabulous elk hunt that I have just experienced with all of you.
I could not have chosen a more professional or dedicated outfitter than Trophy Mountain. I know that only through hard work, attention to detail, professional management, can do attitude, and the love and devotion of the great American West have you been able to establish a top notch outfitting business.
In your business as well as mine, there is a lot of competition. Some will tell a customer what he wants to hear, but not necessarily the whole truth. Some only look at the bottom line, but then there are people like you, that what you tell a person, he can take it to the bank. The bottom line always has to be looked at, but the difference being in the devotion to your business and your clients, that make you stand head and shoulders above many of your competitors.
I will say this much, that Eric and James were top of the line guides. I could not have been with more experienced or knowledgeable individuals as those two. On day one, they took me to a place they called Hells Half Acre, before it was over I thought I was going to die, but they made sure that I didn’t. James asked me that night before if I could walk three miles back out, I said sure, I can walk three miles backwards. Let me tell you something, three miles in Wyoming is a whole lot different than three miles in Kansas. Even if I had not filled my tag, the experience with Eric, James and Trophy Mountain Outfitters would have been worth the price.
No way will I leave out my camp cook, Janna. What a great individual she is, and could she ever cook and set a nice table. It was always nice after a long day to be able to sit down to a fabulous meal in a nice warm friendly setting. Tell Eric that she is a definite keeper.
Last but not least, there was the old packer, Dan. I called him old, but I think he was two or three years younger than me. In our conversations, we discussed that we had similar childhoods, in the fact that we both grew up on poor dirt farms in the Midwest. The hard work, honesty and self-motivation learned in childhood are still very much evident today. The hog leg and Arkansas tooth pick that he carried gave evidence that he could stop an elephant charge, if one was encountered. It was comforting for me to know that my wife was in safe and dependable hands, leaving camp for the trail ride out, while I was high on the ridges looking for elk. My wife wanted me to tell you guys what an interesting and enjoyable time she had in camp, even though it was just a short stay. At least from this part of the country, how many people get to see a bull moose up close, like right beside our tent.
I have traveled this great nation of ours from one coast to the other, from the gulf to Canada and beyond with a few foreign countries thrown in. I can tell you that the American West is always a place I want to come back to. Maybe it’s the beauty of the country, the tall snow capped mountains, the lush tree dotted basins, the high ridges, or the vast openness of the high plains and deserts. Maybe it’s the people, the hardworking, self-motivated, self-reliant and fearlessly independent.
I have seen all the above in Trophy Mountain Outfitters. You are the American West. May God bless you and our Country.