I knew I would be able to get out Labor day weekend for a couple sits, but that would be it for the year. I kept reminding myself it only takes one. One elk in range makes the year.
After a Fri night football game (the Ty in my tag line is now 6' 2" 180 and plays d end for his hs varsity football team), I made it to my camp at 12:30. After a couple hours of sleep I hiked up to my stand in the pitch black. I only heard one bugle, the rut seems to be slow starting this year.
Watching the mountain wake up was worth it, as always. I thought about the conversation with my Dad the week prior. How I wanted to kill an elk even more this year, to prove to myself that shooting one last year wasn't a fluke deal.
I looked up the hill to see a couple cow elk feeding about a hundred yards away. I figurede they wouldn't be coming my way but got ready. They kept feeding and being elk. Then the lead cow decided to move my way. Facing toward me all the way down I had no shot. She stopped and tested the wind. I could still feel it on my face so no worries.
After a minute she turned left. I started to tense and draw, but realized she was slightly quartering too. I let down my quarter draw. She then turned a bit more and I went on auto pilot. I hit my anchor and that cutthroat tipped axis was jn the exact spot I was looking at.
She bolted but stopped 30 yards away. Not knowing what happened. Then she tipped over! Just like that! I have never witnessed a quicker kill. Honestly 5 seconds from the shot she was down. I sat down in my stand, thanked the Good Lord for this blessing and shook. Blessed beyond measure!!
Giving respect and thanks
Topic: It wasn't a fluke an elk hunt (Read 4177 times)
