MTLabrador
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Last week I decided to take a break from frustrating elk hikes, and I went back to an old spot that I grew up hunting for mule deer. I ended up finding a buck that I wanted to take home and eat, so I snuck in to 190 yards and waited for him to stand out of his bed. One shot from the old .270 crumpled him. I was pleased walking up to him, and he died in the same coulee where I killed my first buck.
Today was my last day to hunt for a bull and the end of a very frustrating elk season. I spent the morning attempting to catch up to a herd of around 100 elk that still had several large bulls as they moved off onto private. I knew the permit I drew this year would likely be frustrating, but with warm, dry weather it was tougher than I expected. I passed up some small bulls and had opportunities at two great bulls, but never had a clean shot at either one. I might go back out for a cow in December, and I’m already looking forward to hunting my usual general tag spots next year. Some sad, elkless scenery shots:
Today was my last day to hunt for a bull and the end of a very frustrating elk season. I spent the morning attempting to catch up to a herd of around 100 elk that still had several large bulls as they moved off onto private. I knew the permit I drew this year would likely be frustrating, but with warm, dry weather it was tougher than I expected. I passed up some small bulls and had opportunities at two great bulls, but never had a clean shot at either one. I might go back out for a cow in December, and I’m already looking forward to hunting my usual general tag spots next year. Some sad, elkless scenery shots: