Uttaxi1
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Well this is something I never thought I would have the privilege to do. Dad always worked graveyard when my brother and I was growing up. He would always coach our sports teams and teach us the ways of life. Working hard, playing hard and helping others. Time was going by and my brother and I got married and had to start adulting. We still managed to get out one several trips a year. Fast forward to oct 5 2015. I was elk hunting with some friends and we were packing out a elk when I got the word. My dad had suffered a massive stroke while on vacation with my brothers family at Disneyland. I took a minute and did what my dad would have wanted me to do. Finish the task at hand and don't overreact. I got to a place where I had service called my brother and asked him how bad it was. It wasn't good news. He was given a 1% chance to live. Well he pulled through after 68 days in ICU in socal and having to basically relearn most tasks. He had to relearn to do the most basic daily tasks. He has made a great progress and is even allowed to drive. He has taken a muley and been on a few other hunts with us since. Well this year I got another call from my brother about the time credit cards were being charged for tags. He said are you sitting down? He said I have a hit and it's a big one. He had put in multiple people so we had to wait for the emails to come out. Well it was dad's turn for a tag. Turns out he drew a bighorn tag with 7 points. Well I have zero exp