It is now our fifth day of hunting and our time is coming to a close. Exhaustion and fatigue are starting to set in both physically and emotionally. I decide to pull out the rifle so I can take a longer shot if required. I do not want to leave empty handed—elk meat is a rarity in Oklahoma, where we call home.
We make a stalk on a herd of elk and get within 10 yards. We essentially get caught in a group of Aspen trees in their travel pattern. For 30 minutes, we are frozen as they walk around us. What a beautiful thing to see. There are no mature bulls in this group, so we just take in the moment and appreciate God’s creation.
The herd moves on, but we can hear another bull bugling just over the ridge in front of us. As we get closer, we get a glimpse of him and Hyrum immediately informs us he is the bull we have been looking for. I get into position and wait patiently for the shot to appear.
As I steady my weapon, I take a deep breath and Hyrum tells me the distance: “220 yards, take your time.” It is amazing to experience a reality that has been a figment of my imagination for so long.
As the bull goes down, the celebration begins.