I think the best story i have is when i shot my first elk. Me and my dad were walking up this hill along a cut line and when we got to the top we look and the bottom of the hil and there are two mulie bucks standing there. So i grab my call and start grunting and they both answer beack right away and start to walk up the hill towards us. Neither of us had a tag but we figured we would have a little fun with them. They walked to within about 75 yds of us then suddenly they stopped put their noses in the air and bolted so we figured they smelt us. So we continue on along this cutline that runs along the top of this hill then suddenly out from under this pile of logs that is about 10 yds of comes running out a black bear right at us and there was still a fence between us and the bear. Suddenly the bear stops about 5 yds from us and stares at us and both of us have our guns up ready to shot it but it must have just been kicked for its mom because it wasnt full grown but i wasnt no cub. So it runs off and we continue on to this other cut line that runs ud and over the hill. My dad looks down one side and i look down the other then suddenly i thought the bear was coming back at me because there was banging and crashing through the trees coming right at me then suddenly about 6 elk run along the cut line but i wasnt able to get a shot off. Then i look about 150 yds down the hill and see a elk standing there. It vitals were covered by a baby spruce but i figured i would take the shot and hope the bullet will blow through the tree. Oh it did and about 3 mins later i finally dropped and rolled down the hill. And thats my exciting story.