A hunting we will go

We sat outside most of the day today, elk hunting.

Dennis and I were together, the farthest from camp. We rode through a lot of elk sign to get to our place for the day.





Dad was somewhere to our east, and Uncle Kelly was the closest to the cabin.

We heard four shots sometime around 2:30, and I was convinced it was my dad. We found out later he didn't hear a thing. But Kelly did. Sound does funny things in the mountains.

Some elk passed my dad, but he was looking the other way and didn't see them. We only know because Sam saw them. Kelly saw two mule deer does near the salt lick he was watching. Dennis and I saw our horses and each other, but no other wildlife to speak of.