Halfway through our hunt, the father in law got a call nobody wants to get. His long time hunting partner and friend had passed away from a heart attack. The funeral was in 2 days, which also was his birthday. To honor his friend he decided to hunt the hardest he ever has, we pushed up mountains and back down the other side, in draws out of draws. When suddenly this amazing animal was found walking by his friend's make shift blind made of tree branches and duct tape that we decided to stop by so he could pay his final respects to his friend on their beloved mountain. I know it wasn't much of a story, or an amazing play on words, just thought i would share.
