Probably, just because it's so fresh in my memory, this last hunt in November. We'd gone about 3 days and hadn't seen anything. And finally, the last day one of the other guys fires a couple of shots. I radio him and I say, "Hey what's up? What's happening? Did you get one?" He said, "No, I missed them. They ran over there over the hill, they're long gone." I literally said, "Well, I'm going to go chase them down." Me and my brother put down our rifles, put down our bags, and just started sprinting up the hill, hoping they'd be on the other side. So we ran up, kind of Last of the Mohicans style. We get up there, we're out of breath and we see them [the elk]- one looks back at me. I had one second, and I got him. And that was finally one animal down.