My dream elk hunt happened last fall. Its the first time I have ever shot an elk. It was approximalty 30 min. before the end of shooting hours. And I was walking to a watering hole without thinking I would see anything worth shooting if anything at all. The wind was blowing from east to west. I rounded a small hill right before the watering hole. And there he stood, A beautiful 5x5 bull. I dropped to the ground and becuase of the wind he didn't hear or smell me. I got my wits about me loaded and loaded my bow. He was feeding when I first saw him and now he was heading back into the timber. He stoped broadside when he saw me, right in front of the setting sun. He was in a beautiful silloete. My shot was true, about 40 yards. Strait into the heart. He ran 30 yards and dropped. What an experiance.
This year my dream hunt is being able to go out with my dad and get an elk, deer or antelope. Doesn't matter which or how big, doe or buck/bull just as long as he is with me.