So he went over 400 yds? Doesn’t sound like well placed bullets to me.
You make a very good point made, sir. The first shot was good as a broadside standing double-lunger. While quartering him out I found that the second shot had been off as it hit the back edge of the near side shoulder blade rather than going through to the interior of the off side shoulder I was aiming for. But I was rather stretching the range and the '06 was starting to wind down so neither bullet penetrated deep enough to make an exit wound. At the site where he first went down and two places along the trail where he'd fallen there were big sprays of blood across the snow but otherwise I only found an occasional drop or two here and there along the rest of the entire trail even though the hoofprints showed him frequently stumbling and sliding. With him ending up on his back, when I went to dress him out the first cut into the chest cavity pretty much showered my head and shoulders; he was awash inside but it simply hadn’t been able to leak out the small .308-inch entry holes fast enough.
So perhaps another lesson re-learned. Although I always practice shooting from field positions out to 500 yards every year, ordinarily I seldom take a shot over 300 yards, certainly less than ten over the past 26 years and most of those "long" shots were still under 325. This was pushing things a bit at 425, but I'd worked up my dream load this summer that groups well inside of 4" at 400 yards. Running the numbers I see the load is still just squeaking past 2,100 fps and 1,760 ft.-lbs at 425. While it got the job done it was obviously not as swift and clean as I would have preferred and I will have to remind myself of that the next time I contemplate a long shot.
Sometimes, though, elk are just incredibly tough and refuse to die. Elmer Keith saw a whole lot more dead elk than I ever will, so to quote him from
Big Game Hunting: “Likewise I have found many of these old fellows with bullets incised in scar tissue in various places and small holes clear through the lungs, as shown by the strips of scar tissue where the bullet went through. One old chap I killed in 1931 had a 220-grain Soft Point .30 caliber slug and two .30-30 slugs incised in his muscles.”
MNHunter, excellent point on the road flares. When you’re cold, wet and tired you don’t want to be dinking around searching for dry mouse nest tinder or removing a shoelace to construct a friction drill. During an autumn controlled burn in the Boundary Waters more years ago than I care to tally up, the weather went south on us and we used a fire crew fusee to quickly build a roaring warming fire in the pouring rain. Later I did hear that inhaling the fumes could cause dain bramage, but I don’t believe that. Now I actually carry a Swiss Army surplus M71 “Emergency Cooker”, essentially a fancy can of Sterno. I put down a big blob of that gel fuel, build the tinder and sticks around it and light it up.