Hoping it wouldn't snow, I traveled to Silverton Colorado with my dad in October. My dad and I had six swing medals for the very first rifle season. We parked our trailer in a beautiful wooded area about five miles before we got to town. The camp site was approximately 400 meters from the highway. There were trees all around the campsite; the only break in the trees was where the road passed. We set up our caravan the day before the season started. The next morning we set our alarm for four and went to bed early. The next morning I woke up to the sun's rays streaming through the trailer's windows. This couldn't be true! There was no way it would be daylight at four in the morning. I stood up and looked at the clock that sat on the counter next to my father, across the camp trailer. The clock read seven thirty. I woke up my father and told him it was already light outside. He jumped out of bed and said we had to go. I got out and started the truck while my dad got dressed. When I opened the trailer door, I noticed a clear blue sky and a light frost covering the ground. I jumped into the driver's seat of the white 1990 GMC Sierra, squeezed the clutch, and turned the key. The truck hesitated for ten seconds then drove off. I turned on the defroster and wipers so we didn't have to scrape off the frost. We jumped in the truck and drove to the highway. We were on the highway for about thirty seconds before heading to where we wanted to go. The place was called “The Brooklands”. The road was dirt, with patches of snow and ice. After we started going up the steep road, I noticed we were halfway through...probably faster than we were. I reached a clearing and looked up to see two huge four-pointed bulls looking down. to me. I raised my gun to shoulder height and naturally put the line of sight on the larger elk. I pulled the trigger and the elk fell right where it was. The other elk took off running up the steep canyon wall, covered in mud and snow, followed by a small two-pointed bull that I had forgotten was there. As we climbed the hill, I looked around to notice how green the slightly damp grass was. how beautiful the big trees were and how fast those snow clouds were moving above us. We had an elk on this adventure, so we decided to pack up and head home. As the white GMC reached the top of Red Mountain Pass, I looked back toward Silverton to see nothing but snow falling from the almost black clouds from the sky, and I thought to myself: Let the snow fall..