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I have been talking a lot about my old coaches lately. Quite frankly, I grew up around a lot of really freaking cool and inspiring people. None more so than my telemark coach and good friend, Ken. Ken has the hunting knack. Often we will be going along and he’ll wisper, "Do you see them?" Um, no. Well we don’t even need to be hiking to do that. He held a party at his house, so we came, exhaustion and all. On the way down from the car, I could have sworn I heard a bugle but I shook it off as a hallucination. The food and company were great, but right in the middle, I see Ken and a group of guys gathered facing the hill near my car. "You see them?" Ken was saying. For the next half hour we all stared at the elk heard, which were calling in full force. Finally threats of a rainstorm and a beautiful Colorado light show pulled us back onto the porch, but not before I took one last look.