Recently got home from our annual Elk trip. Due to schedule conflicts and other reasons there were only 3 of us in camp this year. One of the guys got a legal bull at 9 on opening morning. Most of the rest of the day was packing it out. I filled my bear tag on day 4. caped it for a rug, pack out and then mandatory check in at the Dow office. Half hearted attempt at filling my elk tag on the 5th morning( leaving for home the next morning.. Saw an elk before I even got to my spot ( just breaking day). “ Maybe it’s a cow since I only have bull tag”. Picked up my binoculars and saw Ivory tips. “ Well Crap!, here we go”. 409 yards and dead when he hit the ground. I bought my grandfathers 300 Weatherby a few months back. Meant a lot to me to take both with it. When we started skinning the bear, my cousin( older brother really) reached in his pack and handed me my other grandfathers skinning knife. Good memories, great trip.