My Grampa and some of his Army buddies used to hunt elk and mule deer around Aspen.
One year (1960-ish) shortly after Grampa rolled into town his buddy the sheriff asked if he wanted to fill his tag without a bunch of work. So off they went... to the high school... where a herd of elk had been grazing on the football field every afternoon. Boom. Dead elk. They drove the truck out onto the field, loaded the elk, and back to camp they went.
The news beat them back to camp, and they got a royal @$$ chewing from the mayor, who was another Army buddy and hunted out of the same camp.
Somewhere there are pictures, but it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to find them. My idiot drug addict brother got the mount after Grampa passed away and sold it to a chinaman who planned to grind up the antlers to make dick pills.
Some stuff, you just can’t make it up...