Finally got a few moments to post a picture of my first Elk. My story isn't much different from most others, but here goes a summary. I first started hunting out-west in 2011, after a family vacation to South Dakota, Wyoming and Montana. I had never been out-west before and the thought of hunting the west was just a dream. After the family vacation, I decided I had to make it work on a limited budget, so in 2011, I shot my first Antelope doe. 2012 I shot first my second Antelope - this time a buck. 2013 I decided to pursue elk and like most others, I began preparing myself mentally and physically and consumed as much elk knowledge as I could....thanks a lot in part to you guys. I ate my cow tag in 2013 and 2014. 2015, I worked even harder, spending most days working out, studying Google Earth, reading, etc....I'm very thankful for a supportive wife/family. Well, on the third morning of first rifle season in Colorado, I was able to fill my tag. It didn't really set in until the moment I approached the cow and confirmed it was dead. I will tell you at that moment, I wasn't expecting nor was I prepared for the wave of emotions that hit me head on. My good buddy was with me and I have to admit I had to fight back the emotion guys do not want to show in front of their friends. My buddy asked me soon after, if I wanted him to try and contact the other two guys in our group for help. My comment was "other than you, because you're here, my wife is going to be the first to know", so I sent her a text saying "Tag filled. Very happy!" Her quick response was "OMG, I'm so proud of you. You worked so hard and you deserve it." Her next text was "lets get it mounted", which made me laugh as I replied "how soon you forget, I only bought a cow tag". Her reply.."well, lets not get it mounted then." Anyway that's it in a nutshell. I know some will say "it's only a cow".....but not to me!