Drew a very low odds elk tag last year and the pressure to kill a monster bull was pretty high leading into the hunt. Actually, really stressful. Deal was this place is supposedly capable of producing 400 class bulls and is relatively easy to hunt, so that was the goal. Pass on big bulls to make it happen. After doing just that by lunchtime on opening day and telling myself that “I’m actually going to do this…” the stress kind of melted away. I realized that no set of antlers on the wall were going to replace how awesome that opening morning was and realizing no matter the end result, I was going to be good with it. Turns out those first two bulls were two of the three biggest I saw on that trip. Hunted our tails off but never saw a bull at or really near 400. Ended up killing a small 6 pt around lunch on the last day. I may never have a chance at bulls like that again, those three were give or take 350”. But that’s ok. The memories of that hunt, in its entirety, are more than enough and in the end the stress leading into the hunt was altogether silly in the first place.