My 15 year old daughter Paisley drew a tag for any bull in the twenty mile/placer river drainages. We took a small jet boat up the placer river four weekends in a row. The first three trips helped us to learn the area. Friday the 18th we headed up the river after school. 15 min into are trip we saw a cow duck into the brush in a spot that we knew was a large swamp. We parked our boat on the next bend and walked through the alders a few feet until we could see the swamp. We glassed for a second and could see three cows. I grunted a couple of times and scraped the brush and instantly we could hear a bull answer and he sounded close. We made our way into the swap and got behind a small patch of alders and called a little more. It didn’t take long and a 42” three brow tine bull stuck his head out of the alders about 30 yards away from us but two of his lady friends got between him and us. We called a little more and he walked past the cows and gave us a perfect 30 yard broadside look. Without hesitation Paisley raised her 7mm-08 rugger ranch riffle and dropped him with a single shot to the heart. We got him cut up and packed to the boat which was less than 200 yards away but it was dark by then and we didn’t want to travel on the river in the dark so we spent the night on a gravel bar and came down river at first light. The next day we brought 520lbs of meat to the processor. The old saying is true, “If you take your kids hunting you will never have to hunt for your kids”.