I'm back! Very successfull season, Pappy got his elk on the 8th, one shot, broke the elks back. So, how did it happen? He decided he wanted to check the sightin on hos rifle so I had to reinstall the original firing pin. What we did was made sure he had an empty chamber, we were most worried he wouldnt pay attanetion to his safety, when the time came his long term memory kicked in, I guess when you've been doing something for close to 70 years things happen natuarlly. He called on the radio about 5 minutes after we heard the shot, all he said was he needed help, we asked why, but he didnt respond, natually we thought the worst and all sorts of thoughts, maybe he shot a deer or maybe an cow (elk). I headed down as fast as I could, when I got to him I asked what was wrong, he said with a **** eatin grin, "I can't carry it up" I asked him what up? "My elk" he said!!!!! I asked him how big, he stretched his arms out and said "about this big"" Where I asked, he pointed about a hundred yards down hill, nothing was in sight, so I headed down, and sure as heck, there he lay, a nice 3X4 bull. WooHoo, I called my buddy Rich what we had in front of us, actually mostly him. 5 trips later Rich had the elk on the cart for the 50 yard trip to the truck. If that had been the end of the hunt it would have been the best season ever, but it isnt the end. I got my elk on the 12th, about 400 hundred yards from my last elk, almost same kinda day, fresh snow, bright sun (when I shot him), and windy as all get out. A big weather front was rolling in, which had the elk moving down. 3 shots later he was down, these critters are tough, first shot woulda been the end, just behind the left shoulder, broke the right shoulder (discovered after skinning), next shot was through the right side, stopped on the opposite side rib, third was slightly back and higher up. Elk stopped and did the slow tip and he was down. 2nd and third shots were to anchor him, he was headed for the deep timber. I'm a lucky man, I have a true friend, his name is Richard, he packed out both elk, Pappys was close, mine on the other hand was about 2 1/4 miles in and about 500 hundred yards off the logging road on the nasty side of an older clearcut. So, long story, one that I'll have till I leave this wonderfull planet an head to the land of the spirits.