The night before the wife killed her first archery elk the weather had been horrible for a week. We tried to climb out of a hole and the mud was coming down do hard you'd gain about six inches with every three steps. Rain, ice and snow coming at us sideways. She was soaked to the bone, tired and in need of a hot shower. With tears in her eyes she begged me to take her home

But we were in animals every day!! So I sat her down and said, "If you want to go home you had better quit messing around and kill an elk. That is the only way you will get me off this mountain!"
Next day...heart shot at 5 yards - dead elk

She laughs about it now. Well, most of the time
