Sherpa's Wonderin's

The Lottery

About 6 months ago, I received a phone call. My dad had won the lottery in his eyes. He put in for a (he signed up for) a "premium" elk hunt and drew out (was selected). I'm not sure of the technicalities, but it meant i could convince him to buy another four wheeler, and other misc. toys. It also meant that his fall was devoted to the slaying of this elk, which turned into a family project. Extended and Immediate. Not to mention the family friends who were enlisted, volunteered and went out spying for Elk.

Well, Sunday was grandma's 84th(or 85th?) birthday, and the elk project was the buzz. After coming home from Peoa, they (Rich and Paul-Dad)went over to Kim's who told them where he saw Elk in the books that weekend. After a flat tire, they ended up where they wanted to be at 3:00. After throwing out sleeping bags out of the truck, they fell asleep to Elk bugling. At the crack of dawn, Rich instructed Dad which elk (the biggest) to shoot. Apparently it was bigger than the one he waved by last week.

Photos of the mighty hunters, my back yard, the new wall mount, and the red meat i'll be eating this winter.

(Hey, that's "my" four wheeler)

(Its a 6 point--look at that spread. Sorry Rich, Dad takes a better photograph)

Yum, blood. Check out the deck in back.

No, it wasn't a free elk, by any means. :)

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