Friday morning- We had potential snow in the Forcast for my spot. In my opinion, there's nothing like hunting fresh snow. Especially with elk that move around a lot in the mornings. I decided to go for it and make the 3 hour drive. The entire drive up ended up being dry and I was a little deflated until I got about 2 miles from the trailhead. The snow started and looked like it was sticking pretty well. I got to the trailhead around 0430 with an inch or so on the ground and started my hike in. I got to the top of the mountain around 0600 and there was a good 3-4 inches of fresh powder, so I started getting excited.
I cut a few solo bull tracks across the trail, but seeing as I still had an hour before light, I decided to push further in and chase a bull that I had chased all archery season. I was hopeful to cut his tracks and find out where is was holding up post rut.


As light came and went, tracks were hard to come by. I ended up going in a little further than I had expected. All of a sudden, a bugle rang out and it was within 150 yards. Game on. I started seeing some movement about 60 yards ahead in the trees. 3 cows had my movement pinned but weren't quite sure what I was, so they stayed put. I posted up behind a log and waited for the bull to work up hill into a shooting lane.
After about 20 minutes, I heard som noise to my left. I turned and saw a spike and 7 cows feeding 20 yards past me. I thought to myself, I might have to shoot this spike if that bull busted out. Then all of a sudden he bugled again and came out at around 60 yards in front of me. I could see he was a good branch antlered bull, so I didnt hesitate. I told myself, I'll shoot him and figure the pack out later.
I flipped the safety up and pulled the trigger.... CLICK... WTF! Im not sure if my firing pin was frozen or maybe the bolt wasn't seated. The bull starred to run up hill. I threw in another round and sprinted up about 20 yards. He was trying to gather his cows and gave me a shot. .300 win mag hit and he spun around and stood there, so I put another on in him for good measure and he dropped there.
I looked on my OnX and though to myself shit... 5 miles to the truck or 2 miles to a closed off road with an additional 2 miles to where I could park. I pinned my location and headed over to the bull to break him down. When I walked up to him, I was amazed. It was the biggest bodied bull I've ever shot. He looked like a damn horse. It took me around 45 minutes to completely break him down and have him bagged up, it was 1030 am at that point.
I decided downhill was the better option. Although, it was almost 1000 ft elevation gain in 500 yards to get back to the kill site.I packed the 2 rear quarters to the closed off road and then grabbed my gear and headed out to the truck. I ended up getting to the truck a little after 10 pm, grabbed a few Gatorades and passed out for a few hours.
I made the 1 hour drive around to the blocked off road around 4 am and started heading up to grab the 3 remaining loads to bring down. After I had everything staged, I began packing to the truck. I put the final quarter in at 4 pm. It was a total time of 21 hours and 34 miles.
Here's the elevation gain
Now, im home resting my back, calves, and feet. It'll take me a few years to forget that pack out.