This was both a great and tough year for me. I started in Wyoming with a cow tag in October, physically I was not ready for this hunt as I had stabbed my self on a piece of rebar (38 stitches) in August and it had still not fully healed. So while I did hunt, I was limited in the daily distances. I did see elk and had a great shot on a 5 point bull (remember cow tag) that I had to pass up. In early November, I traveled to NE Oregon for a spike only hunt. Even though I have hunted there on and off for many years I arrived three days early in order to give me adequate time to scout. The leg was now fully healed and I was ready to go. On opening morning I worked myself into an area before daylight, and shadowed a large group of elk until it was light enough to shoot. I was able to find a nice fat spike and made the shot. My son in law arrived later in the day to help my pack it out. It was 2.5 miles in and 700 feet up, an easy pack on a great trail. In late November i traveled to Arizona for a bull hunt. I again arrived three days early. This was a great hunt, as we had snow on the ground for 5 days and were in close to elk every day. This is different country for me, it was relatively flat, and timbered primarily with pine and juniper. I am used to finding high points and glassing, here we found tracks and trailed the animals until we ran out of snow or it got dark. My great friend and buddy SBJ358, was doing the tracking, and acted as cheerleader and strategist throughout the hunt. Scotty reads sign really well and could tell when we were getting close every time. We covered over 40 miles on foot during the hunt with the longest day being over 9 miles. I really needed a cheerleader. I missed a shot opportunity on the second day when he walked right up to a nice young bull in a very open area at 40 yards, while I was trying to ease around a small group of trees. I was to far away, realized it but did not get closer to him until it was to late. The next day in the sideways snow, he again got us into a bunch with another young bull. I was in a very solid near sitting position, wedged between two trees when I took the shot. The bull was standing amongst 3 or 4 cows between 4 trees quartering away from me, at 170 or so yards away. I could see from his butt to his shoulders on one side of the tree, and his horns on the other. I felt really confident that I could make the shot but failed to hold low enough. My rifle shoots 5 inches hight at that distance and I did not allow enough. I know better. Once again I am looking forward to making it through winter, staying healthy and drawing a tag or two for next fall.