My turn.
My son had a 4th season tag here last year. After I tagged my mulie, we hunted this spot. We were caught in the open and had to hunker down as 2 bulls crossed a saddle and walked this very ridge. We let them hit the woods, then went to check the area out. We never caught up with them but we had some good intel.
This summer we came back to scout. I was able to locate some great trails and possible bedding areas. There were 2 major areas. One on this ridge, and a patch of dark timber and blowdown on the opposite side of the ridge at the head of a drainage. It looked like the elk were traveling down the mountain and into the drainage to feed down low. Then returning to bed at the head of the drainage or crossing a saddle onto the ridge, then running the ridge into the timber up high to bed.
We arrived a few days before season to scout. We talked to several hunters. They were all planning to hunt up high. We also had decent snow for 2 days leading up to season. We decided to hunt those travel areas in hopes that the pressure up high may move some elk towards us.
Opening morning we made the hike in. I left
@Southern Elk at thr top of the ridge. I had about 10 minutes until legal light. As soon as I stepped away I swore I heard a bugle among the coyotes howling. I continued slowly picking my way down the hill towards a pinch point at the head of the drainage.
About halfway down the hill I start hearing cows mewing. I never figured the elk would be low, but there were at least a few cows. I stopped, loaded my rifle, killed my headlight, and kept angling towards my spot. I checked my watch, it was legal light. As soon as the drainage came into view I spotted a few cows. After seeing the cows I checked the wind. It was good now, but if they headed up the drainage I was busted. I angled towards the head of the drainage being careful to stay in the shadows as to not get spotted.
I got pretty close to the edge of the woods and paused to check on the cows. I pulled my binos up to find them and instead spotted a few very close. I ranged them at 70 yards. I dropped my pack, deployed my bipod, and looked for a shooting lane with a view into the open meadow in the drainage.
About the time I got set up I heard hoofbeats running. I just knew those cows spotted or smelled me. I looked and they were still there. A string of cows crossed in front of me. 107 yards. All of a sudden a bull bugled and I realized he was pushing the cows to the bedding area. He came into view, and man he was a stud. The problem is he was surrounded by cows. Then I spotted a 5x5 trotting behind. He's legal, good enough.
I was already prone. I tripped the safety, aimed, and sent one his way. At the shot he hunched up and one front leg went limp. I knew it was a good shot. It also looked like you kicked an ant bed. Elk went everywhere. I can't begin to count them. My bull was surrounded by confused cows. As soon as he was clear I hit him again. He went down shortly after that shot. When he went down the herd split. Half ran down the drainage. Of the half left, half of those ran up the drainage into the blowdown and dark timber. The remainder hit a trail I'd seen, crossed the saddle, and hit the ridge. Not long after I lost the sound of elk running, I heard a shot on the other side of the ridge. Then I knew we'd pulled off the nearly impossible. An opening morning double on bulls. That started a long 2 days of shuttling meat, but man was it worth it.