LuckyMike
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My grandson Dylan, starting center on the Helena High Bengals, got one benefit from the loss to Capital High Bruins in the semi-finals of the Montana State championships. He gained an extra week to hunt elk. On sunday afternoon (evening) before Thanksgiving Dylan, his father Tyler (my son) and I spent some time together hunting his elk. Just before dark we spotted a lone bull. After some dicussion of the plan of attack for the next morning we headed home. The next morning the two of them went up the mountain in the dark and played the wind just right which resulted in stalking within 50-yards of two bulls sparring with their antlers together. Dylan made a perfect heart shot and had his first elk down. Grandpa Mike got a call about 8:00 am to bring the cart and a sled. They would drag the elk halves off the steep part of the mountain and I would meet them a little over a mile from the truck. This particular successful elk hunt has meant the world to me. I didn't think anything would ever top the morning when my son Tyler shot his first elk back in 1985. But this is even more meaningful to me, seeing my son assisting his 18-year old son with the taking of his first elk. Here are a few pictures from this memorable outing involving three generations of the Trevor family.
