We only had 3 days to hunt due to work schedules and Morgan needing to be in school according to his mother :}
The last day to hunt we planned to hunt till 2pm and then hit the Highway.
Morgan and I managed to get on some fresh elk tacks in the snow right after day light. While tracking the small group of elk a solo bull cut the herds tracks. Morgan really wanted to track it, so I let him take the lead.
It was one of those Father moments that was surreal to me. I had thought about how great it was going to be to teach my son how to hunt ever sense I held him as a baby, and all of the sudden we were there doing it.

We jumped the bull out of his bed at 30 yds and I couldn't get a shot. Morgan's eyes were as big as could be. It was awesome. He was upset that I didn't shoot it.

We got back on the herds tracks and began to trail them. All the sudden 4 cows came running down the ridge we were on. I managed to get them stopped with a few cow calls. I looked over at Morgan and he was crouched down on one knee with his fingers in his ears.

I shot the lead cow at 40 yds broadside
She ran out of sight after i shot her.
I have NEVER seen him that excited. He was shaking uncontrollably and couldn't talk.
We waited 15 minutes or so and Morgan got to follow the short blood trail in the snow
A truly amazing experience that I have been dreaming about for 9 years