During the 4 or 5 days that we, or I hunted, I was tossed from dude to dude, or I should say guide to guide. First Josh and Nick , then Nick, then Josh, then Luke, then Nick, then Luke and Josh. No real rhyme or reason, we went by truck, by foot, by 4 wheeler, then by foot.
FYI, any chicks that want to hunt, get a real baby sitter for your kids. Or just don't hunt.
Once the day came of this poor guys death, we got up way too early, anything before the sun is too early. Then we checked one spot, nothing, then decided to hike into the trees, hiking.... also lame. Then we found a club having breakfast (a group of ELK). Then we waited quietly and patiently, also two of my not favorite things.
Once the sun finally arrived the elk would come towards us. As my luck would have it, the bigger elk of the two in the club went the wrong direction and little tike came straight for me. I had no choice but to defend myself. I waited and waited. Almost peeing myself from all the quiet excitement. He was less than 150 yards away. BOOM! Got him straight through the heart. Luke said I gut shot him. But after he was gutted the facts don't lie. Heart shot all the way baby.
Truth is, there is nothing like stopping an elk in his tracks. But I don't plan on putting in for another hunt for quite some time. My kids needs to be much older. Dad is not a great baby sitter while mom is hunting. No offense dear. (I think it's because he's jealous while I'm having so much so called FUN)
I was truly excited. He made such great Jerky.
The gun used although not pictured was a Remington 7mm ultra magnum, model 700
Yes Parker is still in his Pj's. Like I said EARLY! As for Payton who knows why he's scowling.
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