From the time I was a little girl I've always gone hunting with my dad. Usually elk hunting but occasionally deer as well. This was one way we helped procure meat for the year. I grew up on a farm and we did what we could to be self sufficient. This was one such way to do that. I know for many of you who have lived in the city your whole life, this may seem like a barbaric custom but to us it's just a way of life. Now I am carrying on the tradition with my own family. Last Friday we packed up our gear and drove 2 hours into the great Rocky Mountains and hunted with my dad. We had all the appropriate gear: food, water, hunter orange, guns, ammo, and toilet paper. (For those less familiar with hunting, the hunter orange is a way for other hunters to see you. The animals can't see the bright color but other people can and it is a safety precaution.) We didn't harvest an elk on this hunting trip but the tag is open until November 30 so there are a couple more trips in our future. Here are a few pics.
~The girls with their binoculars, warm clothes, and hunter orange.~The family.