On Bowsite.com, a number of fellow bowhunters have a weekly thread recounting their conditioning for the Week. The countdown is to the beginning of Elk Season in the West.

This week it is 16 weeks before bowhunters hit the woods. So I had the Tennessee Ernie Ford Song “16 tons” rattling around in my head, so to get rid of this earworm, I wrote my own personalized lyrics to the Tune.

If you are unfamiliar with it, then give it a listen:

Some say elk hunters are a different kind
Some say that they’re all muscle, very little mind
Spend a year preppin’ body and soul
Gotta be ready to follow that bull down into the hole…

You train for 16 weeks and whaddya get?
Your hands are all bloody and yer boots are all wet.
you smell like an elk and your legs are like steel
And if your bugle don’t get him
Then your cow call will

Went huntin’ in the mornin’ up Notellum crick
Grabbed up my bow and a few pointed sticks
Hiked for sixteen hours uphill and across shale
Covered sixteen miles over hill and dale

Ya bump sixteen elk , whaddya get?
Try a few cow calls , then try “the Threat”
Satellite bull comes to your call
Then the damn wind swirled, and busted ‘em all…

Second day of the season ‘twas drizzlin’ rain
Hams and quads had that ol’ familiar pain
Packed up my bivy camp, and hit the trail
Into a new basin as it began to hail…

It drops sixteen degrees, and whaddya get?
A bull with some cows and he’s buglin’ yet
Give him a chirp and a lil’ raggy squeal
He’s got a spike with his cows and he sure sounds real

I heard the bull a comin’ down the other side
He was lookin’ for a fight and that’s how he died
29 inches of carbon and steel
Left a blood trail that now ends where I kneel.

You train for 16 weeks and whaddya get?
My hands are all bloody and my boots are all wet.
Got a bull on the ground with six on each side
Gonna bone him all out and give him a ride…

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