I don't have any pictures yet, film has to be developed. I do have a story however. Started up my favorite ridge to hunt at the break of day. There were elk tracks as soon as my dad and I started up the hill. We got up in there about 1/4 of a mile or so and across the gulch we hear an elk bugle. Unfortunately he is on the wrong ridge. We call back for a little bit and then all of the sudden bulls start bugling from everywhere. There were 5 of them all around us, man it was amazing. There was only one on the ridge we were on though so we decided to go on up the ridge. Well my uncle was on the ridge with the bugling elk so dad and I kept it bugling. We got up to where I had shot a 6x6 4 years ago and decided to sit down and call a bit and it paid off in a big way. We sat there cow calling, figured it wouldn't do any good to bugle since there was already 5 of them and my uncle bugling. So sat there cow calling for about 10 minutes or so when an elk bugled from over across the gulch but low. Then he bugled and it sounded like he was coming up the ridge we were on. We frantically tried to get set up, because he was coming fast. Dad ran back up to the ridge top. I tried to get into what I thought was the best position. Then I looked down the hill and there he was, staring straight at me. I got straight behind this huge tree that was between us, drew my bow, leaned out, took aim as he was a little quartering towards me but not to where I couldn't hit both lungs. Then I let go and was pretty sure I had hit him a good one. We waited while all of the elk just kept on bugling around us, man it was great!!!!!!!! We found my arrow, broken [:@], about 15 feet from where I shot him and 30 yards later there he was, he was dead before he knew what had happened. He was a 5x5 bull about average size. Sorry I don't have pictures yet, hope to have them soon and I hope you enjoyed the story.