Once again Gordon shows us determination and the love of the outdoors superceded age. We were unable to find accessable elk in the snow covered hills on opening day and decided to let them cool off for the next weekend before giving it another try. So, on the third weekend of the season we headed to an area where Gordon and Erik have bagged several elk in hopes of finding a nice bull. The moring was calm and cool and we were fortunate to be in an area with no competiion to hasten our progress. We took our time working to a bowled out canyon and spent the last moments of twilight listening. Of course the rut is mostly over and bulls aren’t very vocal this time of year and we heard nothing but morning song birds, so we started still hunting down the ridge in order to work towards a nice place to have Gordon sit and watch for elk to feed out of the woods. However, before we could drop in all the way Erik spotted two bachelor bulls feeding on a ridge that had burned a few years earlier. We were unnoticed by the elk, so we had plenty of time to set up and get Gordon sighted in on the bulls. He made a great 270 yard shot and mortally wounded the larger of the two. Not knowing the exent of the damage, Gordon put one more shot in the elk that sent him to the ground. It was a hunt guided by God; we were able to get in, find the elk, take one swiftly and pack him out without straining the hunter.