Hubby called me late last night: his brother has shot a cow (for those non-hunters, that's a female elk, not a "moo, moo"). They plan on switching up their strategy today in hopes of getting the Big One, wherever he's been hiding for the last 6 years.
Jason looked at me before he left and said, "I've been trying to do this (shoot a bull elk) for 16 years. Have you ever done anything for 16 years?!"
Nope, can't say that I have...but I CAN say I wouldn't want to.