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About 15 years ago, I was guiding a family friend for elk. I put him on a stand and told him I would bring the elk to him the next morning. I pussy-footed after those critters, looking down to see where I would place each foot as I stalked them. I got to where the friend should have been and no show. I had 2 spikes and 3 cows at about 25 yards. They couldn't see me because I was in the shadows of a spruce tree. I had the 44. mag out and aimiing at one spike that was raising hell. He was broadside and trying to see me. He took a step forward with his right front leg and I thought he is getting it out of the way so I have a clear shot to the heart. I just about cried and holstered the 44. You see, I didn't have a license.
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