At some point I saw Rost495 do something that I like to do; he tucked a bit of barley stubble in the bison's mouth, giving the noble beast a ritualistic last bite. Classy dude. I thanked the animal for its life in my own way, deeply grateful for him and to be a part of this hunt. I was humbled and grateful for a wife I adore who's suffered me my outdoors passions for the last couple decades, having the health to be able to get out to do this hunt and for good friends. Some of them new ones without whom I couldn't possibly have come away with this caliber of experience with have my deep gratitude. They all know who they are. My bison hunt was a total and rousing success.

Headed into the property before ducking into the tree line. Both shots immediately below courtesy of Rost495.

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Rost495 said that he'd head back the couple miles back for the truck while SD and I got to work.

A shot of the three, er, four of us before the work whistle blew.

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Getting ready to start cutting. Wish I had me oilskins along that day.

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