JohnR
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I have hunted a very long time and in lots of places for big game to birds and anymore all I see is gray hair. Three years ago a wounded spike elk came by me after some shooting way up the ridge. The elk wasn't hit hard so I finished him with my 340. I waited about half an hour to see if the other hunter would follow up his shot and find the blood trail. Then I saw them, a Dad and his son coming down the blood trail. He was showing his son the blood spots and really taking his time and doing it right. I remember long ago my Dad doing the same thing with me and I think I had a tear in my eye watching them. When they got to the spike that boy was so thrilled you couldn't believe it! As I walked down to them I was thinking this is what hunting IS all about. The Dad and son thanked me for finishing the spike. I thanked the Dad for taking his son hunting and how good it was for both of them and the memories they would have. The Dad told me his name was Ed........my Dad's name was Ed. Never did get a Elk that year but it was the best hunt I've had in a very long time. I sure hope we have some Eds out there.
Are we the end of the line? Where are the young ones?
John
Are we the end of the line? Where are the young ones?
John