Opening morning of the 2015 elk bow season — 4 a.m., the alarm goes off, and I am up anyway since I cannot sleep with all the excitement of what might happen today. Start the routine: Get coffee going, spray on no-scent and get dressed, grab my gear and I am on the trail up the mountain. My trek into my hunting area is about three-quarters of a mile in and is located on the steep side of the mountain. I’ve traveled this path for nearly 20 years, but today I’ve got that little spring in my step as I dream of that trophy elk that is going to visit me.