The Hunt

Not so beautiful to some... but beautiful to my husband and like-minded wild hearts. Marshal shot this six point bull elk with his bow last Saturday. He had relinquished the arduous hunt of 3 pt or better bulls to scenic hiking as the day drew on, and unexpectedly this bull came into his field of vision and close proximity on a remote ridge. Marshal began a process of stalking it through the trees; shot it with bow and one rightly plunged arrow; and tracked it to where it lay in the ensuing hours. This mode of filling the freezer with meat for our table demands more exertion, time, and pain than one would imagine; but the exhilaration and sense of accomplishment or provision is incomparable as well.