kawboy
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Well today was the first day I was able to peel away to go hunting with my dad and brother (justr_86). We got there, spread out and sat down, I didn't really know the area very good. Kenny sat down, I moved down a bit and my dad sat a ways below us. Kenny had 3 cows and a spike he wasn't sure if it was legal or not so he passed. He came and got me and we were going down to meet up with dad and he stopped and said I've seen a lot of elk cross in this saddle and turned around to walk away. I grabbed his shoulder and said elk (quietly) we knelt down and waited for him to come to where we could see a little better. I said its a spike. Kenny goes shoot it. Shoot it. Shoot it. Boom! He made it about 4 feet and hit the dirt. Kenny goes nice shot! Damn your gun is loud.. I have a muzzle brake on my rifle. We got down to it all of 50 yards and he says hey I let this bull go a few minutes ago... Apparently he turned them towards my dad and he let them go and they were working back up the ridge when I shot him. He really wanted to die I guess. He did help me quarter it and pack him the mile back to the truck.
I'll tell you who it was . . . it was that D@MN Sasquatch!
I'll tell you who it was . . . it was that D@MN Sasquatch!