My dad had always taken me on his hunts when I was younger which started my addiction to the outdoors. A large amount of our time together is spent in the outdoors. We hunt deer together every year but have never been able to hunt elk at the same time. Now with both of us holding tags, a friendly game of smack talk began throughout the summer of who was going to get the bigger bull. Read More...
Late Is Great
At 40 yards I had to slip down off a three-foot ledge and some how it worked and I was now 30 yards away. I picked my next path and was now at 20 yards from the giant. Surprisingly, I stayed very calm (not sure how) as I contemplated my next move.