After a few months of being, as they say around here, a "hunting widow," Nate filled both his elk and whitetail deer tags in one day in the mountains about 40 minutes north of our house. He shot the elk in the morning, packed it out with his friend Scott, brought it to the butcher in Helena, and returned to the same ranch at nightfall when he shot the whitetail buck. For those of you not familiar with hunting, this is not a normal occurrence. It is, however, a result of much time spent in the woods and also a little bit of luck. Claire and I are glad to have Nate home again... well except for waterfowl and upland bird seasons.
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