My mother sent me this photo from the Parkston newspaper. One of my high school classmate’s wife, Judy Jackson, bagged this beauty. I don’t hunt, so most big white hunter and fisherman stories usually makes me yawn, but after seeing this picture, all I said was Holy Shit!
340-350 point, Six by six
I guess you have to put your name in a lottery even to get the opportunity to hunt elk in Custer State Park. Pretty cool.
I also forgot to say, there was only one other Elk the same size bagged in Custer since they started recording the hunts.
Wow, it’s big alright. I don’t hunt either but animals must be harvested and she looks so proud. Once in awhile it’s good for a woman to take control in what has been considered a male sport.
You’d have to know her husband. He was a badass in football. Kind of a skinny guy, but coach Nicknamed him ‘Stonewall Jackson’ He was fearless. He was usually a bloody mess after every game. One time coach said to him after a game, “Hey Brian, maybe you ought to clean that blood off your face.” and Brian says, “What Blood?” He had a couple of gashes in his face and forehead and his face was covered in blood. It was pretty funny.
Baaaaaaaaaaaaahhh! DAMMIT! I’ve been applying for a Custer State Park elk tag for years now and haven’t gotten a damned thing.
I think the story said it took her 8 years to get one, and they can only scout the day of the hunt. Pretty Wild.