The cow stepped into the open. I don't recall punching my release. The elk wheeled back as the arrow penetrated, ran down the trail for 60 yards and then stopped. As I watched, she gushed blood, got wobbly and fell over. I missed Holly's wedding. My first pack, stuffed with the boned meat of a rear quarter, front shoulder, backstraps and neck, weighed 122 pounds. The second pack went 108 pounds. I'm still nursing bruised hips and sore feet.