I'm going to have to spend the rest of the weekend doing some real work, so I better finish up my part of this story.
I managed to get a couple of additonal stalks in as our week was winding down. Even that was an achievement given that it was quite a test of physical stamina to try and keep pace with Doug as he trekked through the hills. In fact, I'm certain that he must be part Mountain Goat!
To make a long story short, I got within spittin' distance of another nice buck on the last morning of the hunt and when he got up and began to walk right past me, I released my arrow and watched it sail high! I had tried to adjust for my previous miss a few days earlier that resulted in an arrow that flew just under the deer and apparently over-corrected. Now what was that that we were saying about aiming where you want to hit??!
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My hunt had ended with great opportunities, wonderful memories of new friends, and an unforgettable experience. In fact, I'm not sure there is anything that could have made this trip any better...it was simply incredible in every sense of the word.
And so, to my hunting partners Jeff and Doug, thank you. You are the best!
To Karen, your wonderful cooking and western hospitality have set new standards in camp congeniality. My hats off to you for doing all you do.
From one of the Three Amigos, I bid you Adios and Happy Trails until we meet again.
One final view of magnificent Montana...