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My best friend’s last bull before he passed away two months after this hunt. This was the last night of the hunt and I’d passed up a few bulls and I chose to hunt with him for one last hoorah. Nothing was happening so we hauled butt to a dirt tank 30 minutes before dark. We’d only been for about 15 mins when we heard a bull blow down the canyon. Knowing he probably wouldn’t make it to the tank with enough time to shoot we made a move. I told Trev to use my rifle as his had taken a tumble that morning. Luckily the bull bugled a couple more times enough for us to pinpoint him. He was pushing a cow and and a quick spike bugle stopped him and Trev smokes him!! As we were there watching him I looked down and right there was a mountain lion skull!! I whisper yelled look at that! He was still watching the bull and said yeah he’s down, I said no look at this and grabbed the skull! Crazy find. As we walked up to the bull we embraced and he thanked me, I thanked him for being my friend and for some reason I teared up. At the time I couldn’t figure out why, a short two months later I knew.

My best friend’s last bull before he passed away two months after this hunt. This was the last night of the hunt and I’d passed up a few bulls and I chose to hunt with him for one last hoorah. Nothing was happening so we hauled butt to a dirt tank 30 minutes before dark. We’d only been for about 15 mins when we heard a bull blow down the canyon. Knowing he probably wouldn’t make it to the tank with enough time to shoot we made a move. I told Trev to use my rifle as his had taken a tumble that morning. Luckily the bull bugled a couple more times enough for us to pinpoint him. He was pushing a cow and and a quick spike bugle stopped him and Trev smokes him!! As we were there watching him I looked down and right there was a mountain lion skull!! I whisper yelled look at that! He was still watching the bull and said yeah he’s down, I said no look at this and grabbed the skull! Crazy find. As we walked up to the bull we embraced and he thanked me, I thanked him for being my friend and for some reason I teared up. At the time I couldn’t figure out why, a short two months later I knew.

Sorry man. Lost a good pard about 14 months ago. Used to take my boy huntin when I had to work, did a lot a killin together here, Idaho and Montana, still think about him everyday. Had a massive heartattack one Sunday morning in front of his wife and kids. His last bull

Tough losing a good one .

He was crossing a rural train crossing. The sun was setting just right and he never saw the train. Near as we could tell. Never accelerated nor hit the brakes.

Sorry man. Lost a good pard about 14 months ago. Used to take my boy huntin when I had to work, did a lot a killin together here, Idaho and Montana, still think about him everyday. Had a massive heartattack one Sunday morning in front of his wife and kids. His last bull

Dang Jud, he looks a lot younger than me.
Sorry for your loss.

Thanks fellas. Sorry for your loss too Judman. Just a reminder how delicate life is and how we should appreciate every day!

My last 2 MT bull elk. I'm getting older, lazier, and pickier. The mountains are getting bigger, & it seems like the elk are fewer and farther between on public land in SW MT. These were hard earned.