myth or true?

[ChickenLover200]

Here is a cute story that was told to me by a friend:

He was born and raised in Wyoming and his dear ole' ma still lives in the same house out on the edge of nowhere in the foothills of the mountains. His Dad died 15 years ago and she is 87 years old, keeping house and planting gardens all on her own. He stops out to check on her every weekend that he can - usually 2-3 times a month. Talks to her about 3 times a week. Feisty is what he calls her.

So a couple of summers ago, she starts complaining about this elk that is coming up to her porch and eating her petunias from the pots every morning. She would sit at the dinning room table with her coffee in the morning and it walk in and snack on her flowers. She was so mad - and told her son if it didn't stop she was going to shoot it! He didn't take her serious and jokingly said to make sure to wait until hunting season at least - he didn't to bail her out of jail for poaching! ha-ha

The second day of elk season he gets a call from dear ole' ma - I need you to stop by tonight if you can. I shot that bugger that ate my petunias all summer! I need you to help my hang it in the barn. He got there and sure enough, she downed it with one shot about 5 feet from her front door. She had it field dressed and had used the tractor to drag it into the shade of the barn, but she couldn't get it hung up on the rafter by herself. She had picked up a hunting license earlier in the summer while doing her grocery shopping in town. It was a big bull elk - a 4x5 and when hung the hind feet were still touching the ground. She labled the packages "Petunia Elk" when she butchered it and froze/canned the meat.

haha