Just got back from an elk hunting trip in north central Colorado. We didn't get an elk. Three of the four of us had elk within bow range, but we couldn't seal the deal. I had a calf at 15 yards, and didn't shoot. I'd heard a bull bugle, and got ahead of them, so I knew he was around somewhere. He never showed.
I don't have the words to describe the disparate feelings of dejection and frustration, yet wanting to do it again, and how it is good to be home but it sucks to be back here.
Anyway, it was an experience I'll remember and hopefully can do again sometime.