That was six years ago, but I never forgot about that buck. I didn’t shoot a Hoback bull with Tim, but later that season I killed a cow in the company of Tim’s son, also named Tim and called Junior around camp. In that season and over the next couple, I got to know the Trefrens and their main guide, Greg Kriese, like extended family. Tim Jr. kept inviting me to hunt with him, and I kept going—sometimes by myself, sometimes with friends—with a nonresident deer tag when I could draw one, with an elk tag when I couldn’t. Usually they gave me Propane Tank to ride.