I spotted this Elk from 200 yards and snuck up on him. Jumped on his back, grabbed his hornsand rode him like only a true Montanabareback rider could. After 10 minutes or so of him thrashing around under me he finally got tired and fell over.
I guess he had a heart attack. Don't know how the hole behind the shoulder got therethough as I am still baffled.
Said you wanted a story