Didn't kill an elk this year but had maybe the best hunt ever. Mainly just because it was spent with my son. Most of my efforts were spent trying to get a bull close to him. My best chance was a nice bull about to walk by at 20yds when of course he changes directions and walks right to me. At 6 yards he decided I was not a tree, despite my signature pine bough I always stick in the front of my camo fedora to keep the brim out of my string. We had seven different bulls within 30 yards and the best was a big herd bull it took us 90 minutes to get in. I was calling for my son about 60 yards back when he came in screaming I about wet my pants he was so loud. I could only imagine my son 20 yards from him. I watched him stroll through the trees, I knew my son was close, I just kept praying to hear the swish of a string and the thump of an arrow hitting a monster bull. Then it happened. Twang,thump, the bull went down as he swapped directions and tore off the way he had come. We were both shaking. I asked him where he hit and said I'm not sure I think it may have been a little far forward. I tried not to show my concern. We waited for 15 minutes just to walk the 18 yards to where the bull was. No blood. Then I saw it laying in a bush. I picked the arrow up. The zwickey was bent in a U. My son was disappointed. Hell I cried I so wanted him to have the bull. But we will have that moment together forever.
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