My good buddy, his brother, and I went down to our hunting unit to do some scouting before our bull hunt that starts on the 29th. We scouted hard for 2 days, with many miles on the quad, several miles on our boots, and hours and hours of glassing. We were able to find 2 spikes, 2 forkies, and one 6x6. Oh and dozens of cows. Well saturday night we go back to camp and end up talking to the guys camped across from us. There was a grandfather, father, and grandson/son out on a junior cow hunt (none of them were hunters, the father was trying to get his family into hunting). They had been in the area for some time and hadn't seen an elk. We offered to put them on some cows in the morning, which they gladly accepted. We asked the boy (12 years old) how far he could shoot, to which he responded "As far as I need too"gun)! That put a grin on my face. Anyways we gave them the game plan for the morning and went back to camp to rest ourselves for the coming day. We met them at 6 am, drove to our spot (which will remain a secret, or at least until our bull hunt is over), parked the trucks and quads, and proceeded to hike a mile or so to our glassing location. My friend decided to stay with them where we had seen a few cows the night before, and I was going to go another 3/4 of a mile to the next look out so we could cover more ground. As soon as I sat down and started glassing, 25 cows came walking out in front of me at 100 yards. They walked up to their beds and laid down. I pack up my stuff and start sprinting back to get the rest of the guys so they can come back and knock one down. As a get 100 yards from where I left my buddy I see a bunch of cows on the ridge they were glassing. I put my binos on the heard and POWWWW! What do you know, one drops!!!!! I run over to were the grandfather is and he points out where my buddy is with the father and son. They climbed down to a point to get a shot at the heard. We set the spotting scope on the cow for refference and made our way down to the lucky hunter. When we got there the look on the boys face was priceless !!! You couldn't have knock that smile off with a 6 foot 2x4. I put my range finder on the elk and i was surprised!!! I was so surprised that I checked it 3 times. 396 yards. WOW. My buddy had told him to hold the Nikon Monarch on the 3rd circle on the reticle (rifle was a Ruger M77 7mm Rem Mag), take his time, calm down, take a deep breath, and squeeze one off. It was a perfect one shot one kill. The elk didn't take one step. Anyways we made our way down to the cow, and proceeded to show them how to gut and quarter an elk. Then came the fun part . Hiking 1.5 miles back to the truck through manzanita trees, cactus, yuka plants, and rocks. I drew a short straw and ended up with a hind quarter. Lol. I took off and just pushed through the nasties and made it to the truck a short 2 hours later. Luckly for me, I'm in decent shape. 45 minutes after I made it up and took a nap, the rest of the crew made it out. I was extremely proud of the little boy. He packed out his head, and back straps the entire way. I don't know a lot of kids that could have made the hike down to the elk, let a lone back out with weight on their shoulders. But anyways, we got them back to camp and finished skinning the quarters, cleaning them up, and hanging them in game bags. Our entire 3rd day ended up turning into a cow hunt. We got to hunt and help a kid get his first elk, and give a few pointers to his dad and grandad. How awesome is that! Sorry so long, I guess I better leave a few pictures before I make anyone mad. Hehe. I hope you guys enjoy. The proud hunter!!!! My buddy starting on the gutting while grandad and dad take picutes. Cow was standing in the middle of this picture on the big ridge near the top. All he could see was the head and neck. As you can see in the pitcure above it was a perfect neck shot!!!