Though I didn’t get it done in Montana, I did in Colorado. And now I’ve got a story, a memory for a lifetime, and new friends. And before anybody who disagrees with hunting goes and tells me “the bow shoulda been pointed at me” or somethin clever like that just know, this animal gets eaten, all of it. I eat elk. I hunt. I choose to know where my meat comes from sometimes rather than a grocery store all the time. I give some to Uncle Carl my bus driver, to Cole my farm manager, to family and friends. Hell, I’ll even give some to you. You should try it, it’s amazing. If that ain’t your thing, that’s okay, we’re allowed to disagree despite how things seem sometimes these days. Super grateful for this beast of an animal and all the folks who helped get it done.