Great pics jeff. Thanks for sharing.
Being it was my fathers first western hunt he returned home to Florida afterwards feeling as if there just wasn't anything to busting trophy game in Montana, he truly hadn't a clue as to how fortunate we'd been with the turn of events during his stay.
I'd done a good bit of scouting prior to him getting there, I'd found the bugling bull on a snow slide and left him standing there for 3 days bugling his azz off while I awaited my fathers arrival. I knew where to find nice mulies but would have never dreamed we'd get a father son opportunity with two decedent bucks standing side by side. With all the meat we had piling up in camp, the giz found us......It was a old Glacier Park bear that had been relocated after he was trapped while robbing cabins there just days before. That's what the story revealed when the numbers on that blue ear tag he was wearing was ran through F&G.