It’s official. This years hunting trip was unsuccessful. Well, at least in terms of the head hillbilly not filling his hunting tag. That’s sad. But the stories? Boy, oh boy, the husband will be forever regaling the great camaraderie, the scenery, the almost had one scenarios (complete with illustrations), and the weather. In that order, I think. Trust me about the illustration part. He actually sketches out every detail of where he went, up hill and dale, ravine and clearing. Knowing he has a GPS gives this gal that easy peaceful feelin’ if you know what I mean.
Here is an earlier post about a successful hunting trip that yielded a freezer full of delicious organic elk meat. Oh, and a picture of the magnificent creature that graces our neck of the woods, the Roosevelt Elk.
Some lucky shots,