Elk!

O.K. too much political drivel lately.  Last weekend's trip to Idaho was an adventure in many ways.  Do not, under any circumstances, fly Delta Airlines.  If they can find a way to screw up your vacation they will.  But that's another story.

Finally did make it to Idaho hunting camp.  Missed most of the action.  My nephew Brad shot his first elk, and Dad shot his biggest before I arrived.  Uncle mike downed a buck before hand, too, but Brad manged to wait until Saturday to get his.

The weather was just about any combination you could think of, but it was all part of a grand fall weekend in the Rockies.  Saw elk and deer every day, but no good shot presented itself to my .300 short mag.  That's just fine.  There's no way my shooting an elk or deer would have brought me near as much joy as Brad's, Dad's, or Uncle Mike's successes.