Finally. We got some snow up high. There's a place we know with a popular hiking trail. When there's about 10" of snow up there, the hikers/bikers don't use it and the elk move in. We're down to a couple days left in the season but we got snow and the elk were home. I picked this cow out of a herd of 80 to 100. Actually, I was peeking over a rock pile looking at several dozen at 250 to 300 yds trying to decide which one should die. Then this cow walked out from behind a tree at maybe 150 yds. Well, hello. bang. Well, bye.
It's 2 miles in and 1400' up from the trailhead. For 2 guys in their 70's, that can complicate things a bit when getting an elk out. However, I solved that problem 9 years ago. My boys did it again.
I don't know how many more years the old legs will get up there but so far, so good. I figure the llamas added at least 5 years to my hunting life.

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