Posted by Chris Madrid

 

The Day I Met my Monster

It was a cold morning in September, to were my fingers hurt and my breath could be seen in the air. I could hear my monster at the top of the hill. So I decided to get closer to the monstrous sound. As the sound got closer, the more I began to shake. For once, I got close enough to see my monster. When the monster got within thirty yards I let him have it. As my arrow was released, I knew my shot was on target right where I wanted it to be. It was clear; this monster was going home with me today. It ran about one-hundred yards and fell down. I was so excited to see my 6x6 bull elk lying in front of me. This was a great moment. After seven days of hard work, it all paid off.

 

 

 

 

 

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