| Here is one of my favorite hunting stories. | | | | about lunch when I heard a branch snap down |
| It was the Montana elk hunting season of | | | | this old semi grown in clear cut. I knelt |
| 2002. I was hunting the high country | | | | down on one knee when out of the timber came |
| searching for the elusive Wapiti. There was | | | | two rag horn bulls. I pulled my 7mm ultra to |
| about two feet of snow & I was roughly six | | | | my shoulder took aim on the front bull then |
| miles from my truck, just starting to think | | | | the next, when something caught my eye. |