Spent a few days over the 4th of July weekend at my relatives in Montana to celebrate my Great Uncle's 95th birthday. Spent a lot of time outdoors and one morning I spotted a sleepy bull elk and decided to put a sneak on him. Sought out the right approach with wind in my favor. Got within bow range, he heard the camera shutter, jumped to his feet, gave me a wild-eyed look and poof, he was gone.

No I was not wearing moccasins, Merrell Moab's. grin Good practice.

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Last edited by roundoak; 07/08/20.

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