by Robb Cadwell It was the first day of the season, and two high school buddies hiked up to the top of a rock with a good view to glass the small high flats below them. In his fifties and long past high school age, Ben had been hunting the area for 30 years. He not only knew every patch of public and private land but had permission to hunt from quite a few of the landowners. His buddy Dan, having survived a heart attack and divorce, was on his second trip out to Colorado with a cow elk tag ...