As you can see the hunt was hard but very good, 12 day's.
My Elk was very good but Judy's WAS much better. I shot mine on day 7, Judy
shot her's on day 11. 3:30 am until 8:00 pm every day, then back to camp and
start cooking, and in bed at 10:00 pm.. Needless to say I was getting pretty
worn down.
Mine was easy to retrive, only about a mile pack out of 500 lbs of meat.

Judy shot her's high in the Lung's and didn't hit any arteries so a 10 mile
tracking job began. Away from the ATC. After pushing him hard for 7 miles he
began to seriously wear down, as was I. At the 10 mile mark he apparently
decided to commit suicide by falling off of a 200 foot cliff, as I watched
him expire.

The results can be seen in the photos with the broken tines on
the antlers. Notice the desk sized boulder resting on his face.

The real
shame is this was her first archery Elk. However, he did die elegantly, and
with elan. He will have a special place in our memories, trophy room, and
campfire stories for as long as I can hunt. An envious legacy.