October/November 2012 EHJ (Issue 133) - June 16th, 2011 was an incredibly exciting day in our household. The Idaho controlled-hunt results had been posted on line, and after weeks of nailbiting anticipation and years of putting in for these seemingly impossible-todraw hunts, the unimaginable had finally happened. My husband, Shane, son, Tyler, and I had drawn one of the very coveted late mule deer buck tags offered in Idaho. I knew that the next few months were going to seem agonizingly long, but with my husband’s archery hunt for elk that started in August, my son’s antelope hunt in September, and my own bull elk hunt in October, the time swiftly passed and November finally arrived.
On the first Friday of the season, my husband, son, and our close family friend, Brian, woke up around 5:00 a.m., loaded up our camp trailer, and headed up on the mountain. I had to work that day, but we had made a plan that I would drive up and meet them on the mountain after work. That evening I packed up our pickup, our other two sons, Cooper and Mason, and after a snowy drive at dusk we found where my husband had told us to meet them. As night fell I knew that they would be arriving soon to show us where camp was. Finally we saw headlights and new that it must be them.