9/11 Hunt
by William Crisp
On the fateful day of September 11, 2001, I was hunting out west. It was the last day of a 10-day archery hunt on BLM lands in western Colorado.
It was a beautiful day with a crystal clear sky. We could only hunt the morning on the last day because we flew in. We had decided that to get packed up and to the airport in Salt Lake City in time, we had to be packed up and leaving before lunch. Like I had every day prior, I was up at five, ate some leftovers from the evening dinner and slurped down a lukewarm coffee and was off to the woods.