6mm Remington
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Not exactly where they lay but only slightly moved. Shot him at first light and hit just below spine and above the lungs. Spent the next 7 1/2 hours and 7 1/2 miles tracking him before I finally killed him about 100 yards above this 2-track road. Right before I killed him I heard a truck on the road below me as I was tracking him. Then it went quiet. Did not know it but they had stopped to put chains on. One of the guys said I see an elk up the hill and got his rifle out. His buddies thought he lost his mind as he was trying to get a shot on the elk and moving around. Right at this instant I finally caught up to the bull standing about 30 feet away in the junipers on this steep hillside. I shot him in the neck and he dropped out of sight. I heard crash..........bang.............crash............bang.............crash..............THUD as he hit right in the middle of this two track! All of a sudden I heard "Holy f@%&# did you see that. I could not see the road or these guys and I started down to them. I thought I should alert them to the fact that I was above them and not an elk so I yelled to let then know. I was bombarded with a lot of excited questions as I was coming down. Did you see his antlers (one sides really odd 5x2), did you see his ears. One was frozen off about 1/2 of it gone, the other has about 1/4 of it gone. At one point during my chase I saw where the bull tumbled and fell down the mountain in a spot about 3 miles away from where the picture was taken. He caught himself finally and kept going. I believe it was here when he did fall that he broke one of his rear legs at the hock and the bone broke and the hide split and the lower bottom of his one leg was completely gone.
I told them the story about my day and they graciously loaded me and my bull up into the back of their pickup and drove me clear around the mountain and up to the top on the other side of it to where I had parked. (Hunting alone.) Backed up to my truck and slid the bull into the back of my pickup. Someone coming along where I killed him and would see this elk gut pile just at the side of the 2-track and would say, man somebody got lucky. Somebody got really tired is what somebody got! This was a few years ago.
I told them the story about my day and they graciously loaded me and my bull up into the back of their pickup and drove me clear around the mountain and up to the top on the other side of it to where I had parked. (Hunting alone.) Backed up to my truck and slid the bull into the back of my pickup. Someone coming along where I killed him and would see this elk gut pile just at the side of the 2-track and would say, man somebody got lucky. Somebody got really tired is what somebody got! This was a few years ago.
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