Crown Victoria BULL!
Prois recently ran a funniest hunting story contest! Our winning story by Jeanine Ison was an absolute HOOT! (Haven't read it yet? READ HERE) In true Prois fashion however we are ALL ABOUT spreading the love. We received numerous hunting stories that had us cracking up. SO! Without further ado, read on for another funny hunting story entry received from Prois Fan, Jody Beck!
Crown Victoria BULL!
By, Jody Beck
In 2015, I had drawn a great archery elk tag in Arizona. Late in the hunt, with the help of my husband, one of my brothers, and a good family friend, I was lucky enough to take an awesome bull!
My brother and our good friend had dropped all their gear from their glassing point knowing a big pack out was ahead with a big bull elk! As anyone knows, September in Arizona still has monsoons hanging around. We had located my bull and after breaking it down right at dark, that’s when things got interesting. A big monsoon storm was upon us and we had a long ways to go back to our trucks. I, fortunately had an ace up my sleeve! My other brother. After double checking the maps, we agreed there was a closer exit to the country we were hunting. A lot closer. Luckily, I had just enough cell service to call him and coordinate a meet up that would make extraction a lot easier! The plan was set, and off we went.
Rain started falling hard, lightning was hitting the ridge tops. It was scary. We were unprepared to say the least. So unprepared my brother didn’t even have a jacket. Fortunately, I still had my lightweight backup in my pack, and he is just small enough he could squeeze into a women’s jacket. After the fact he gave rave reviews about how dry he stayed and that Prois was the “BOMB”. Really wish I had a good picture of him in my Prois jacket, let’s just say “Tommy Boy” vibes! That’s not even the best part of the story. Basically, running in the dark with our headlamps, the lightning would strike sooooo close the entire forest would light up and then go black. My husband still swears that I was willing to sacrifice him getting struck by lightning while he carried the antlers. We finally got to where we could see our pickup location. Headlights on a running vehicle was a good sight. But as we got closer, we wondered what was going on????? It wasn’t a truck but a car. As we hopped over the last gate, there stood my other brother with his Crown Victoria running in the storm. My husband asked, “where is your truck? We have an elk! Why did you bring the car?” Calm as could be my brother replied, “should be fine, it’s got a big trunk!” Needless to say, we threw the elk in the trunk and we piled into the seats. We fit..... sooooo to say! He was right, it was a big trunk. It almost fit! You should have seen how many people honked their horns at us while passing us on the highway seeing 2 feet of a big elk rack sticking out the trunk of the car!!!
