Slugs and Elk...

I know, I know, who the hell hunt elk with a shotgun? None other than my bud, Chase. I guess the fucker likes loosening his teeth up. Simple story, last year we took off into the timber, taking our time and such. Since I had already filled my tag, I agreed to take Chase to try and get him an elk. We peaked over the ridge and there sat a lone, young cow. Maye 75 yards. The only funny part to this whole deal was the gutting of the elk. The way the cow fell, her legs were underneath her body, making it difficult to roll her over. We spent a good 20 minutes doing that task, and by that time the sucker had bloated up extremely bad. This being Chase's first elk, he wanted to gut it. The kid poked his blade in right as he inhaled. To make it short, he puked his guts out, an kept gagging while I finished up the gutting. At least he can hold the legs wide.