Will had grown up hunting with his father and felt that he had the sport down to a science. Hunting for both food and sport, his rifle had brought down even the most wary of prey. With the coming of a new season; however, a new challenge had arisen: bow-hunting. Setting off into familiar mountains with an unfamiliar weapon, he began his hunt for a male, bull, elk. It was here that his whole perception of hunting changed. While sitting in his tree stand over a wallow, a spring dug up by animals, a massive bull wandered in to get a drink and initiated a single moment, lasting seconds, which he would never forget.
Leaving their truck at the base of a giant canyon, Will and his father gathered the gear that would be essential for the next five days and started the four mile hike to the camp they had set up a week earlier. An hour later, at camp, they ate a quick meal of granola bars before crawling into their tents to try and get as much sleep as they could, for tomorrow start at three-thirty in the morning.
Will hadn’t slept well and watched the minutes pass until his alarm sounded, signaling the opening day of archery elk season. His breath was white with cold as he dressed and emerged from his tent. A pitch black forest welcomed him as his excitement for the coming day started to build. Despite the freezing weather, he wore only a light jacket. It would be warm soon enough. Turning on his headlamp, so he could see, Will double-checked his camouflage, strapped on his backpack, and grabbed his bow from its case. Now ready, he started the three mile hike to the place he would hunt.
Sunrise was about half an hour away when Will reached the wallow he would be using as his hunting area. 25 feet off the ground, was his tree stand he had installed the previous week; however, before he could go up he needed to erase his scent from the area. The wallow itself was about a quarter the size of a football field and was littered with the...