Lots of things happen after the sun goes down, often when you have just sat for hours in a hot and dusty blind without hide nor hair of a beast with horns.
Still, there is hope in the air, all around. The elk are close, somewhere, just out of sight, but obtainable.
With luck, you may catch them soon, early in the morning, or late in the day, with enough shooting light left to seal the deal.
I hope to see you again, soon, brother elk – and don’t forget to bring along your grandfather.
Can’t wait to meet him…
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