He was at 700-something with not much for stalking cover. I'd hoped to set up prone at 200-300, but as I started down and across he fed up and out of view into a pocket on the hillside. I changed plans and headed downwind, then up to his elevation to work across the face with a decent breeze in my favor. I took my time making sure he hadn't fed out far above me while I stalked, figuring that was the only way this might not work.
Before long I got to the last rise before the pocket. He'd hung there the whole time, and my partner was able to watch the stalk play out from across the canyon. I leaned up over a boulder to draw on his chest as he was facing me directly at 75-ish yds. There was another boulder between us, only partially in my field of view. I didn't think it would be a problem, turns out I was wrong, ha. The first shot dusted the corner of the rock in between us, second was sort of a hurried "what just happened" situation, third one put him down. This is why I wanted the longer, better shot in the first place. Anyway it worked out...
As he lay.
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I'd left my spotter and therefore tripod for my bud during the stalk so I had to make do with a shaky camera spot in fading light.
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He met my criteria for this year, and I'd never killed one in velvet so that was kinda neat. I got him all boned out and hauled back to camp around 11. Since my pard was coming out empty the next day with horses the best part was I didn't have to carry the meat. After all the one trippers I've done it was pretty nice to just load up a day pack and cover miles. I felt kinda spoiled, but I suppose elk is around the corner to keep me honest.
We walked a lot of miles, had good weather, watched some mountain bucks = good trip