After returning from 737 school in Texas around the first of the month, I promptly headed out to Utah to reconnect with Laura and Sam, that is, until I left for the elk hunt. Me, my brother Jeff, and Dad went down to Manti LaSalle National Forest to hunt elk with my dad's hunting partners and some of their sons. My dad had finally drawn a permit to hunt the big ones, 5-6 points is what we were looking for. My brother and I went to help my dad since this was such a long time in the making, and appropriately it was a big deal. We had a great time, and although we didn't get the big one, we saw plenty of animals and had some great fun just being together. Here are some pics!

The three experienced hunters surveying the land.

Scouting the first day. Luckily we all had ATVs for transportation, because we were all over the place.

A nice sized elk I came up on one hike, too bad my dad wasn't there!

Dad and Jeff opening morning.

Part of the hunt area, this view is from a place called Woodtick Point.

Self portrait after almost 2 weeks on the mountain. Dirty, and I need a shave.

The three hunters; Gary, Milt, and my dad the day we broke camp.