family folklore by bo bennett

My dad when he went hunting, he could find any type of animal. One time when I was so little that a midget was a thing to see. He went out into the mountains to hunt but this mountain was one of the biggest, largest mountains in the whole state of Utah.

This elk that my dad was trying to get was said to be one of the record bulls. When and ordinary person saw it a said song starts to play but in my dads case it played another one bites the dust. That instant that he heard the song he knew it was his time to finally get this bull elk. In the scope that made the gun scared, it was in the cross hairs. Following the elk was one thing that made the smallest of men feel big. The animal that had those antlers of steel walked and walked it’s gone.

The chase was on he walk following all the signs. When my dad spotted one tree that the monster of monster had encountered it was push over like a bear would. I know if was their I would of been running right besides my dad. He was one who started something and made sure it got done. 3 whole days had been passed up just looking. On the 4Th day looking seemed as if it was a crime but something moved in those trees that were as puffy as the stuck up poodles that people own.

Once it came out of those trees it was on the other side of the mountains that where like waves of water one after another. It was in Wyoming but it didn't matter to my dad he wasn't giving up like a fish in a trap. He shoots a bullet that would have killed an elephant. When it dropped you heard thunder from no were. Walking over there the smoky the bear came to talk to him........