Being a high school teacher only allows me weekends and maybe an extra weekday to make the September hunt. Somehow the stars aligned for me on this day late in the season. We spooked this 5×5 at first light. He started to crest the ridge after his harem but my husband’s cow calls brought him back. As my husband moved away from me in the opposite direction of the small herd, I could hear the bull coming back. I took cover in front of a small pine tree, dusted snow from my fletching, and nocked my arrow. Hours of practice with my Mathews Jewel over the last year allowed me to naturally set in a solid shooting stance. I felt my heart racing as the bull appeared. Cautious, he stopped and stared me down for what seemed like forever. Trying to pin the source of my husband’s calls he moved to my left behind a few trees. A feeling told me to draw and be ready for him to parade back to my right. Amazingly the bull reappeared. My husband, not actually seeing what was transpiring, happened to move farther to my right and broke a branch stopping the bull. I estimated 20 yards, found my spot, and released. I will never forget that sound. A clean-through shot brought the bull down at about 150 yards. The experience of filling my first elk tag was extraordinary. The next September hunt seems too far away!