Past hunt memory

[Old Jim]

My "fondest" memories of smelly ol' bulls dates back to the mid-'70s around La Barge, WY. Four of us had bull tags and we dropped 4 nice bulls that snowy morning. I got to the 6x6 I had dropped and when I had him dressed, the other hunters said, "Mine next". So, as I already had "it" on me I obliged and gutted the other 3.

Upon arriving back at the main house, the lady of the house took one smell of me and said "not in my house you don't". So I dis-robed out back, down to my long-johns, before entering her kitchen.

Good memories,

Jim