

Anyway sure enough, near the top of the ridge I saw brown - an elk about 75 yards away thru the thick timber. Held still and glassed, found 3 others with him. Ended up being 4 bulls, 2 bedded and two standing. Not spooked but sort of just curious. I think they saw movement but I was walking into the wind. I waited for this bull to step into my shooting lane and fired the old 7 mag... As the other bulls split I watched him go out of sight another direction and heard him crash. He went about 20 yards. I walked up there and said a prayer of thanks to God for giving me the opportunity and freedom to hunt and harvest this beautiful animal. Took me 3 hours to butcher and bag him up. Called my brother who brought in a sled and we packed and sledded him out 2.5 miles to the truck. The temperature had risen to about 50 and the foot of snow had turned the road into a disaster on the way out. We found out 4 wheel drive still works on both of our trucks... It was an amazing day. Have fun out there, be safe and give the glory where it's due.
Jordan