I hunted the last three days, seeing elk each day. I came off the mountain today because we are in for a good winter storm, and where I am camped, it can be iffy to get out, but I plan on returning when the storm breaks. The forecast says we might get a foot of the white stuff, which is a bit much for tracking snow.
Anyhow, I hunted this morning in a pouring rain. I was soaked and so was my shooting glove, which brings me to this sad tale of woe. I got into a herd of about a dozen cows, feeding all around me. I had a cow feeding at 5 yards, but couldn't shoot because she was head on. She finally saw the boogie man and spooked, but the others kept on feeding
, and a few minutes later, a cow was feeding broadside to me at about 20 yards. I was in a very thick lodgepole forest, and as she fed, I saw a window of opportunity when she would pass behindtwo trees, spaced about 2 feet apart. When she hit that spot, I was already at half draw, and hit anchor and watched my arrow bury itself into the tree on her right. My wet glove had made my release bad, and after the rather loud 'whack' on broadhead on tree, the elk decided to leave the area. Very good penetration on the tree, the single bevel took about 15 minutes to free it from almost an inch deep into the bowels of the lodgepole . I'm pretty sure it was a fatal hit on the tree.
So, at least I got a shot, and have time to head back up. That's why we call it hunting and not killing, I guess.
Topic: Week 1 elk hunt synopsis (Read 2607 times)
