So this year was my first year to go Big Game hunting. If you don't like hunting, you won't like some of this story, but part of it will make you laugh
hysterically. So, read if you dare.
So my Brother in Law was awesome this year and got me a land-owner permit. That means that I got to hunt an elk for the first time in my life. How cool!!! So I was really excited to do it and was a little nervous about shooting since I can't hit the broad side of a barn. But my BIL said I would be fine. So the first day we got there we went over the basics on what to shoot - Don't shoot it if it has horns - end of lesson. So we then drove up and down the highway looking for a target. We found a little herd up at the top of the unit we could hunt in and were really excited b/c there were so many. We then decided that it would be best for us to get permission from a guy to hunt on his land and practice shooting. Good thinking.
So we got permission and started our target practice. We took a .22 to shoot with and shot from about 25 yards. I did great, if I do say so myself. But let me tell you this, just cause you can shoot a .22 doesn't mean that you can shoot a .338 cannon! That will come up again later in the story.
So the next day we went to find our herd only to find out that some other group of idiots had shot a cow in our spot without permission. Dang Texan hunters!!! So we were really mad but we got over it and decided to try again the following day. Next day, we go to find another group of 2 and were beat out by 2 Texan shooters shooting from the highway. Such a No-No. So we called the DOW and got some "paperwork" for our hunter friends. Shouldn't have made Beau mad I guess!!!
So we try again the next day. But this time, Beau made up his mind that we were going to go and look for some. Well, that was code for, "Let's try to kill Chandler." So we hiked up and down these mountains and I was miserable. I couldn't breath and am WAY out of shape. But about 7 hours after the hike started, we finished elk-less. Probably a good thing though b/c I would not have liked
draggin it down the mountain.
So on Christmas Eve, we decided to take the snow mobiles back into the National Forest. We saw a small herd and ran up the mountain after them. Well, I say we ran, but it was more like drudging up the mountain and I was sucking wind. By the time I had a shot, it was about 450 yards and not a chance of me hitting it. Oh well. Beau told me that I needed to hurry and run after them faster, but all I could think was, "Don't they have any that stand still and don't run?" We saw another group and the same thing happened again. Chandler out of breath and Beau saying, "Hurry up!"
Well, we were in some of the most beautiful country I have ever seen and all I could think was how happy I was to be riding and seeing nature at its best. So we came upon a 3rd herd and we drove up to where we saw them. We got there and I got into position. I couldn't get the scope to work so I got a little closer. TOO CLOSE! I got a shot and took it. "I hit her! Hey Beau, I think I got hit too!" Yeah, the scope came back and hit me in the head.

So that streak of red running down my face is the blood from me! Oh well, I got her on the first shot and it was about the coolest experience of my life. I am going to have a scar, but it was still cool. So, it was a 275 yard shot through the trees - yeah, I am the man and can provide for my family.
So we now have Elk meat and I had a great experience. I was so thankful that I got to go and even more thankful that I got her on the first shot. I don't know if I could have seen through the blood to shot again. But anyway, it was a great experience!! Thanks Uncle Beau-Beau!