The Huntresses

Remember when there were only bull elk and no cow elk?

Well that changed.

Late Wednesday night I was woken from a dead sleep by a phone call from my mother:

Mom: Did you see them?

Me: Huh, bleh, See…what?

Mom: The elk, they’re in the field…Let’s meet at 6:10 and go hunting!

Me: What time is it…bleh…ugh…err…ok.

I could not figure out why mom was looking at her text messages at three in the morning.  Then I realized it was only 11:20 PM and I had only been asleep for an hour, nothing like sleep disorientation. The elk had been photographed by our game camera and had sent picture via text message to my mom, dad & me. Remember we are High Tech Rednecks.

Here’s the catch, my dad was out-of-town. He’s the master hunter, seriously the man has successfully hunted on three different continents and in multiple states.  The first time I shot an elk it involved a lot of him whisper yelling about “eyesight” & “shoot that one”.  Needless to say, my dad is a experienced hunter and has a plan for every step.

Woman Power. My mom and I got this. We roll out of the driveway at 6:20…I know we said 6:10.

We get to our spot along the fence line. We might make more noise than what would’ve been tolerated by my dad. But he’s not there so we don’t have to listen to “Think you’re making enough noise?” – Dad in whisper yell.

We waited for about 45 minutes when I saw them jump the fence at the bottom of the field.

A minute or so later, which seemed like 20 minutes, a herd of 40 elk came up over the ridge. I told my mom to get ready.

The next 30 seconds was an adrenaline packed blur. I singled out the cow I wanted, when she turned sideways I shot. As quickly as it had begun it was over. We were successful in our efforts and had two dead cow elk.

It. Was. Awesome!

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