RobG
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This morning I had a rare free day and so after sending the kids off to school the wife and I headed to the woods for some hunting.
We walked a bit through the dead fall and crossed some scree and boulder fields to an area that has never seen elk hunters I believe. Once were in the zone we started hunting for real, taking a few steps, then looking left and right. My wife saw it first, as is often the case, and she gave me the hand sign that meant be very, very quiet. I eventually saw the beast and crept within range. Then I aimed and let one loose.
I could tell right away it was a good hit by the way it staggered. A double lunger. Heart shot too. A couple to the liver and several to the brain. With great bravery and skill, and my wife's help, I bagged my first wascally wabbit. After the hi-fiving and celebrating ended I posed for my hero shot with my trophy. You can see that it is nearly as tall as I am.
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We walked a bit through the dead fall and crossed some scree and boulder fields to an area that has never seen elk hunters I believe. Once were in the zone we started hunting for real, taking a few steps, then looking left and right. My wife saw it first, as is often the case, and she gave me the hand sign that meant be very, very quiet. I eventually saw the beast and crept within range. Then I aimed and let one loose.
I could tell right away it was a good hit by the way it staggered. A double lunger. Heart shot too. A couple to the liver and several to the brain. With great bravery and skill, and my wife's help, I bagged my first wascally wabbit. After the hi-fiving and celebrating ended I posed for my hero shot with my trophy. You can see that it is nearly as tall as I am.
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