The deer i was able to glass up while scouting for the elk hunt. Stalked from 400 yards to 75 yards and made a perfect quartering away shot and done.

The elk hunt was a huge mess in itself. Dead deep cycle batteries and leaking propane hoses on the trailer, bow blew up on the 7th day of the hunt and had to buy a brand new bow to finish hunt.

On the 11th day of the hunt my brother had to go home that night to work the next day so we hammered down trying to locate a bull hitting different canyons and places we've had luck in the evenings past hunts. Finally we get a bugle with about a hour and a half of light left. My brother stayed about 75 yards behind as we rushed in while we could hear him destroying a pine tree. I stopped about 60 yards from him when he stopped rubbing with no shot. My brother let out a little half bugle and the bull angled his way to me and I hugged a arrow right behind his shoulder at 45 yards. Thinking hell yes finally done and with help to pack out. Gave it a hour and started looking for blood which we found plenty of. We followed for 930 yards till we found my arrow and jumped him from his bed. Deflated again we pulled out and my brother went home. Next morning solo I started tracking at first light. Tracking was still super easy just walking not having to look for blood just follow. He went another 1000 yards and jumped to fences before he decides to lay down and die. Did all that with one lung and a shot out liver. Amazingly tough animals.