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I wish I had a picture of my first, but I was 16 and had an umtanum rifle cow tag. We lived in the unit so I drove up Saturday morning and went on a solo hunt. 2 miles from the truck I took a big cow with my 30.06. At that point I had no clue what to do so I gutted it out and hiked back. Drove home, got my neighbor and grandpa, and we all went back up with game cart and quartered her up and got back to the truck. Wow I’ve learned a lot.
My first elk, opening day rifle 1999 Halloween day. My younger brother had died a month earlier and this Elk camp was the hardest I’d ever endured as he was not there with us. I don’t think I had ever seen my gramps so happy in my life as my buddy and I pulled into camp with that spike in back of the truck. Those days of the Dayton elk camps are missed and some of my greatest memories.