Sorry for the late response. Had a family member pass away, and life’s been hectic. We ended up getting the big Bo pass, and we ended up camping in my trailer out there. Before the hunt there was some pretty good rain in that area, which made for some very muddy roads. But it dried up for the most part before the hunt started. In two scouting trips I found 4 different groups of elk, and a few nice bulls. On opening morning we set up on a spot where we had found the biggest bull. It was a nice 6x7 in the 340-360 range. Unfortunately on the way up, my dad fell really hard and landed on the gun. We hoped for the best, but our fears were confirmed. We got a good shot at the bull and my dad missed. We went and sailed the gun back in and went back to work. We never could turn up that bull again, and some other hunters moved in. We went to another few spots, and saw bulls, but they were always too far for a shot. We tried a few walks through the thick stuff, and it was productive. If I had the tag we could have shot a few nice bulls. My dad was always just a few seconds too slow. On day five we lowered our standards, and went to a spot we had seen elk crossing in the mornings, and set up. When I looked through my binos for the first time that morning I instantly saw three bulls. 2 decent 6s and this little goofy bull. My dad couldn’t make out which bull was which, and took the clearest shot. It was a nice 282 yard shot from my shooting tripod I put together for my kids. It was an absolute pleasure getting to help my dad on his last elk hunt, and have my son there with us. His Parkinson’s is definitely getting the better of him, and it was hard to watch him suffer. But he was a trooper and we put 3-4 miles on our boots every day, with some being longer. I just want to say thank you to everyone who offered help, and gave me pointers. I really appreciate it. You guys are awesome. That’s one more great memory I’ll have of my father, and I wouldn’t trade it for any amount of money. My dad figured that since it’s likely his last hunt, he’d have extra jerky made. It’s his favorite thing to eat. The look on the processors face when my dad told him to make half of it into jerky was priceless. 😂