I love camping in a wall tent, there’s just something about crawling into a sleeping bag, having the stove packed with firewood, and listening to the sounds of the night. But after listening to a resident beaver chew on, and eventually chew through, a tree right next to our tent, a good night’s sleep in a hotel room was welcome. Our alarms sounded at 4 am, and we were reminded that while this was our last day in Montana, we still had one more hunt left in us.