
Falling in Love with Elk Hunting
The first time I ever went hunting Eric’s dad and uncle went with us during archery season, and I guess that’s when I really got bitten by the bug. On the second day of the hunt, we had just bugled, and Eric’s uncle said, “There's no elk around here.” We were taking a break. I had removed my shoes, because I had blisters from walking so much. While I was busy trying to put Band-Aids