Well this weekend was a good day a field. Didn't see any Elk cause our rd was impassable cause of snow drifts. Oh well gonna happen this time of year. I decided to hit a new chunk of public property. I found a state chunk and was glassing. When out of no where a really nice mulie buck with a doe came busting down a ridge in front of me. Got my heart pumping then I realized I filled my tag already. They just stayed in the same area for quite a while. As I started to pull back onto the rd. I thought about it. Here's this awesome buck that would make anyones season. So I decided to wait til a hunter passed. It took a little bit but a truck came rumbling towards me. I flagged them down and it turned out to be a father and son. I was like hey any of you two still have a buck tag. They kinda looked at me weird. I laughed and said hey theres a nice mulie in the canyon behind me with a doe you should go get him. Within ten minutes I heard Bang. I walked over and his son had shot him. I helped drag it to their truck since the dad was kinda out of shape. Helped load it and shook hands and went home. Driving home it felt really good to know I just helped a kid get his buck he's always dreamed about. Sometimes it not about you filling your tag but watching someone else do it!

good on ya nutz, nothing like building the fire in the young ones, congrats to you for being the sportsman that you are.
RR

Helping someone fill a tag is almost as good as filling one yourself. Well Done Sir.

Deernutz,

Congrats to you,it's always nice to
hear there are "real" sportsmen left.

May a giant Elk be in your future!

great example your setting DN. wish alot more people where like that.

Nice job!
-Jake

A true sportsman. Bravo
I have a feeling you will get that one back.

Very nice deed you did. Created a memory that will last a lifetime for them and you. HD.

It was definately a cool feeling. I've done it before and I'll do it again. When I was stationed in CO a few yrs back I scouted out some public land during the 2nd rifle season and kept running into this guy who seemed kinda clueless. On the last day there he was again. Since we talked every time our paths crossed I offered to bring him with me. He jumped on it. I put him in a spot looking down a long drainage with timber on both sides. Then I went to another spot. 10 mins before dark I hear bang bang. I walk over and he dropped a really nice 5x5 bull. I shook his hand said congrats. He had a smile ear to ear. Found out it was his first elk. So hearing this I asked if he ever quartered an elk before. Nope. So I taught him how and helped load it in his truck. I was rewarded 2 weeks later with 50 lbs of meat.

And hopefully the both of them learned something from another hunter demonstrating what true sportsmanship really is!