I shot the ones that yielded me a shot opportunity. Just so happens they were the biggest ones. Told my dad to shoot the smallest one in the herd we saw this year. He had a shot opportunity and it was the biggest one there.
21 hours later of hauling I was convinced I would never go again. And then a couple weeks later I was in the mood to go tag along in the woods with family for elk. Funny how it works.
