Clayton Coulam writes, "While desperately trying to glass a shed or even one of the elk that had made the fresh tracks in the mud, I heard a faint whistle. I jumped up from behind the rock I was sitting behind trying to avoid the gusty wind. I peered down around a juniper tree just in time to see my brothers hat go whirling through the wind. He threw his hands in the air and was eagerly motioning me toward him. I ran down the hill and when I arrived I was as excited as he was! We high-fived, took some ATL pictures and enjoyed the thrill of the sheds."