Elk Hunting

So, after a few times of bow hunting for elk with Brian this week, I am really beginning to wonder what is the point? Here is the story:
Monday, 3:30 A.M. (Sondi, I actually got up then, instead of going to bed then, try it!) get up to go. . . . . . . . . . (lots of dots mean something really poignant is about to happen). . . . . . . 9:00 P.M. arrive home with NOTHING, didn't see anything, didn't hear anything, after 12 hours of walking, nothing. So we tried our chances yesterday, Friday. It started out good. . . another 3:30 wake up and off we go. We get to the hills and are walking by 6:30 A.M. We hear a bull bugle and we are off to get him. We find him and he is a nice 5-point, but I can't get a shot so Brian and I decided to go to a different area, and Brian (who did a great job of calling) got another one to come in, he was another 5-point and this time I did get a shot, a 15 yard shot and I took it and the arrow went in and he ran away and we waited an hour to go track him and we found the blood trail and we tracked it for 250yards and we looked and looked and looked and then, and then, and THEN, we lost him.

So again, what is the point? Is it really supposed to be hiking for 12 hours a day to come home with nothing? I ask you, is that fun?

So here is a picture of what he would have looked like! *sigh* *sniff* *sigh*