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Hiked into the wilderness 2 hours before light. About a little over a mile in I heard bugling below me. I decided to sit on the trailhead and wait for first light.
Before light enough to shoot the herd started moving further down the draw away from me. With good wind I decided to bomb off below and follow the herd. As I eased my way down the draw, the herd had crossed the draw and were working there way up the side hill across from me. I sat down on my butt and with shooting sticks and shot at the bull.
At the shot I thought I heard a smack and after the cloud of smoke faded I saw an elk had laid down up against the tree and bush.
I watched for several minutes and the bull never moved. I dropped down the draw and up the other side and there lay the bull lodged against the tree.
Barnes 290 TEZ had gone in quartered away and into his vitals and he only had traveled maybe 20-30 yards.
Somehow things come together and just like that a bull was down opening morning. My dad walked in for photos and luckily was able to walk out. He isn’t getting around to well anymore but was with me for some of it. I packed the bull out of a steep draw into an edge of a meadow above me and a packer with mules was able to take it out for me the next morning!
Before light enough to shoot the herd started moving further down the draw away from me. With good wind I decided to bomb off below and follow the herd. As I eased my way down the draw, the herd had crossed the draw and were working there way up the side hill across from me. I sat down on my butt and with shooting sticks and shot at the bull.
At the shot I thought I heard a smack and after the cloud of smoke faded I saw an elk had laid down up against the tree and bush.
I watched for several minutes and the bull never moved. I dropped down the draw and up the other side and there lay the bull lodged against the tree.
Barnes 290 TEZ had gone in quartered away and into his vitals and he only had traveled maybe 20-30 yards.
Somehow things come together and just like that a bull was down opening morning. My dad walked in for photos and luckily was able to walk out. He isn’t getting around to well anymore but was with me for some of it. I packed the bull out of a steep draw into an edge of a meadow above me and a packer with mules was able to take it out for me the next morning!
