i remember hunting in burns oregon one year...i was puttin the sneak on a spike bull and some cows.the sky was dark and threatening rain or snow,all of a sudden it started hailing big ones and lots of them.golfball stuff almost,i was takin hits left and right so i darted under a big juniper.those elk were freekin out and were running to beat hell.as they passed by me i cow called to them and they turned as one like a flock of birds and ran right under the same tree i was under but on the other side.there we were,mexican standoff.i moved just a hair and they blew outta there doin sixty.i'll always cherish that time.
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