Gus punched his first deer tag yesterday evening. I told him he just provided himself with enough food for a few months. He immediately wondered out loud how he would cook it and where he would keep it all. I bet mom’ll help you with that, bud.
It was hard to find elk this year. We got into a herd bull late in the week and had fun working him for two days, but couldn’t pull him close enough for a shot. Got to hike into some beautiful places, and as always, Gus hiked like a champ. He was more than excited to find an old deadhead and shoot a grouse on the way out.