Firebird
AH legend
Thank You Mr. Heintzman- They do come a lot bigger but this wasn't a bad one and it was taken by a friend with archery equiptment this past fall.
A good friend of mine called and said his luck had run out and did I have any good ideas where a fellow with only two days left to hunt might be able to fill a hard to get tag. I offered as how I knew a little spring where bulls often stopped to get muddy as they cruised for cows. The next night just after dark I got the text that he had shot one but wanted to wait till morning to track it.
Now a guy just doesn't give up a good elk spot to anyone but this man has been a good friend to our family. He is the soccer (futbol) coach to my teenage daughter and has been since she started playing at age 8. So he has sacrificed untold hours teaching, coaching, mentoring my daughter who has grown into a better than average young lady and athlete. As I type we are away from home at a soccer tournament near Las Vegas and my girl's team will play for first place tomorrow. But I digress. . . So he and I have cheered together, heatedly argued maybe once or twice and shared in each others wins and losses, soccer and hunting. We also work in a similar field, him a flight nurse on a heli and myself a paramedic. So I know this guy pretty well and have in a round about way shared alot with him through some short years, which are a lifetime if you have kids in soccer or teenage daughters!
So the next morning I gathered gear and went up to help him. He is about 10 years my senior but an experienced hunter. He suffered through my Africa hunting stories while we spoored the bull, I had been home from my first trip almost three weeks and I was badly wanting some game4africa Jack Russel trackers and maybe Mike and Sandalay for help as well! We found the bull three hours after we picked up the first blood. For some this is when the work starts, for me this is when the fun starts! But I was missing work to be there and had to get back, so after we packed our first load back to the truck, I left and my cousin took my spot. Because I owe this man a lot, he had earned my respect and its awful tough to repay a mans time. So I had asked the best meat packer I know to assist us and when he got off work he came to lend a hand. Don't know what kind of boots he wore but they supported a good heart and a strong back!
A good friend of mine called and said his luck had run out and did I have any good ideas where a fellow with only two days left to hunt might be able to fill a hard to get tag. I offered as how I knew a little spring where bulls often stopped to get muddy as they cruised for cows. The next night just after dark I got the text that he had shot one but wanted to wait till morning to track it.
Now a guy just doesn't give up a good elk spot to anyone but this man has been a good friend to our family. He is the soccer (futbol) coach to my teenage daughter and has been since she started playing at age 8. So he has sacrificed untold hours teaching, coaching, mentoring my daughter who has grown into a better than average young lady and athlete. As I type we are away from home at a soccer tournament near Las Vegas and my girl's team will play for first place tomorrow. But I digress. . . So he and I have cheered together, heatedly argued maybe once or twice and shared in each others wins and losses, soccer and hunting. We also work in a similar field, him a flight nurse on a heli and myself a paramedic. So I know this guy pretty well and have in a round about way shared alot with him through some short years, which are a lifetime if you have kids in soccer or teenage daughters!
So the next morning I gathered gear and went up to help him. He is about 10 years my senior but an experienced hunter. He suffered through my Africa hunting stories while we spoored the bull, I had been home from my first trip almost three weeks and I was badly wanting some game4africa Jack Russel trackers and maybe Mike and Sandalay for help as well! We found the bull three hours after we picked up the first blood. For some this is when the work starts, for me this is when the fun starts! But I was missing work to be there and had to get back, so after we packed our first load back to the truck, I left and my cousin took my spot. Because I owe this man a lot, he had earned my respect and its awful tough to repay a mans time. So I had asked the best meat packer I know to assist us and when he got off work he came to lend a hand. Don't know what kind of boots he wore but they supported a good heart and a strong back!
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