We hunted for 7 days, before I got my bull and each day was different. One day all we saw was cows, hundreds of them! Other days it was a complete blizzard (about 9 degrees). Scary at moments when we couldn't see the road, just knowing that there was a huge cliff on either side of us. My brother was with me the whole time, being my guide. The first 2 days there was 9 guys hunting with me, including a camera crew...I had no idea they would be there, it made me nervous. The day I shot my elk, we hiked a few miles to try and sneek up on him. He jumped up about 50 yards in front of us, an ran like crazy. He stopped right in an opening inbetween some pines about 350 yards away & I took my first shot. I hit him in the hind leg and he slowed down alot. We couldn't see him for a minute, but we could hear himtrying to make his way up the mountain through the pines. Then he stopped at the only opening and looked back at me.I shot one last time at 500 yards, and dropped him. The hill that we had to walk up and down was so steep. I just sat down & slid down the mountain. I was quite a hike, we were all spent but it was very exciting and such a rush! The was my first kill and my heart was racing the whole time. I get excited when I think about that hunt -Krysta Staheli
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