Over the years, I have chosen to ditch the truck and use my 15-year-old mountain bike to increase my success and create a “backcountry camp” experience during Western hunting seasons. Using a converted kid-carrying trailer as a gear and meat hauler, I start each morning from a well-stocked, comfortable camp far away from the dusty roar of hunters traveling from their vehicle-based camps before daylight.
My camp is about a 1 1/2-mile ride that includes an honest climb preceded by a cross-country stretch to a nondescript shady spot in the lodgepole pines. It’s a two-track road where the grazing permittee
