First couple days of season I was hunting my bear spots because according to Cush's Inreach we were going to get snow late Monday night to early Tuesday. Try as I might I couldn't turn up a bear...or any other big game animals. However had I had a .22, shotgun, archery gear, or even a sling shot I could have fed up for a year on grouse!!! Just couldn't bring myself to take their heads off with my 7mm Rem Mag. Each evening found us cracking up around the stove after some very fine vittles (complements of Cush and CPO!
We got snow and a lot of it that didn't stop til Wednesday. Tuesday evening I told everyone that I would head to the point and if anyone wanted to go with me they were more than welcome....no takers, I believe the 2 foot of snow may have had something to do with it plus it was still coming down.
Wednesday morning found me at the point, which is close to camp. Snow was falling but no wind, I dugout a spot around some fallen logs overlooking a large area of open grasslands surrounded by aspen draws and dark timber patches. As I often do I watch the some come up, say a prayer of thanksgiving for friends, family, God's creation, and a chance to fill a tag. As the sun came up I attempted to range some places and make yardage notes but through the snow falling my rangefinder wouldn't pick up. Wasn't seeing anything not even a fox, which seem to be plentiful and not shy at all. Right about 9 a.m. I looked south west across the little creek by the thick pine timber and 2 bull elk busted out running towards me. From where I was setting I couldn't get a clear shot due to a bunch of aspen saplings, I quickly but cautiously moved around them and used one of them to rest my rifle on. The bulls made it across the creek to my side and slowd to a stop. Again I tried to range them but the snow wouldn't allow. I knew they were over 150 yds but under 300 yds and my 7mm Remington Mag is zeroed at 300. I looked both bulls over, both legal, I picked the bigger of the two. He was slightly quartering towards me. I rested my crosshairs on the front part of his shoulder and took the safety off, squeezed the trigger, boom, smack, and he went down! I quickly put in another round in and put the cross hairs on him while the other bull stood there and stared at him. He started flopping and trying to get up. There was a patch of timber across an opening that I could get to so I hightailed it over there for a better shot angle. The bull made it back to the other side of the creek and laid down, I put another round through the boiler room (probably not needed but shoot them till they are dead I always say) and he laid his head down and was done! In the short distance that I had to walk to him he was already covered in snow! I punched my tag then walked back to my pack, emptied it, left my rifle and took off some layers. Walked back over, took some pictures, and got to work quartering him up. While I was working on him I heard snow crunching and looked up through the brush and saw orange and yelled out hey! I thought it was CPO coming to help but it was 4 hunters. A father and son from Colorado, a guy from Georgia, and another guy from Oklahoma. I invited the guy from Georgia to come on down and see what these elk were all about because he had never seen one before. He touched and looked it over and we all talked for a bit then they were back to hunting and I was back to work. I finished my work, hung the meet in the trees and arrived at camp around 2 P.M. I told everyone about the hunt and told them all to go hunting and I would pack the meat out the next day.
Seekins PH2 7mm Remington Mag
Ziess Conquest Z4 4-16x44
Barnes 139gr LRX 3350 FPS