I thought I would do a follow up of my two elk hunts. Wyoming came first, as I had never hunted our unit before I left home on the 10th which gave me extra time for some scouting prior to the season opener on the 15th of October. Arrived on the 11th and found a great camping spot. My usual scouting tactics are to drive up to the end of access roads or trails and glass cross canyon both early and late in the day. I ended up with nearly 100 miles on my 4 wheeler in the three scouting days, and a total of two elk seen. I had been worried about winter kill in the area, and even though my contacts had said lots of elk wintered over, apparently they were in another unit. By the time my two partners arrived I had a couple of spots located that felt good so we started in on opening day and found some two day old tracks but no elk. Doing the next few days we worked both sides of the drainage form the 6500 feet elevation to slightly over 9,000 feet. All told they covered 50+ miles and me 30+. A total of two elk were seen, the first with no shot opportunity and the second standing at 150 yards which they killed at 8600 feet 3 miles in.. This was beautiful country, with great feed and cover but few animals, every day required miles of hiking to get into the backs of the canyons, then an uphill hike to the top.
Next I headed to NE Oregon into a unit that I have hunted 17 times since 1968, and every year for the last five years. Again I arrived a couple of days early and started scouting. On the second day of scouting I bumped into a large herd a couple of miles in, just before dark. I heard them before I got to close and got out before I spooked them. The day before the season I was back there checking to make sure no one had pushed them out and planning for opening day. Opening day I left the trail head at 4;45 and eased up Into where they had been but they had moved farther up the canyon. As the day went by I worked myself into position and worked my way into where I was sure they would show up at the end of the day. They were one canyon over. The next morning I went in low and found them within a 100 yards of where I had set the previous evening and not reachable from my location. On day three at 0645 I was into them again. Fog and snow made sexing them difficult as well as them moving up hill away from me. I was able to range several at 100+yards but no spike bulls were seen. I took a two hour break at 0900 and again eased up the hill downwind of them and located them at 1200. After crawling and sneaking for a couple of hundred yards I was within rifle range 400+ of 16, with 30 or 40 below me that I could not see. Eventually the wind started to blow up hill they got my scent and moved up a mile or so away from me. By 1400 I was again where I was setting opening day with them working out of the canyon in the timber over the ridge into the next canyon to feed. I worked my way around the back of the drainage up 200 more feet and 3/4 just behind a knife ridge where hopefully I could get a shot. I crawled up to the edge shoved the rifle over the top, then got into shooting position and looked over. There were 8 or 10 just below me with a spike looking at me at 150 yards. I shot him just left of his near shoulder and about 6 or 8 inches up from his chest line. He dropped faster than any elk I have seen go down in a long time. He just totally turned to jelly and slid downhill about 20 yards into a patch of open timber and brush. I thought he had kicked once or twice just before he hit the brush but I knew he was laying there dead. It took me a few min to gather my stuff and get to the spot where he went in. Upon arriving I turned the scope to low power checked the chamber and eased in. It was very open with good visibility and no elk. Well I thought, I know he is here so I walked farther into the timber on the line that he was on and still no sign of a dead body. I looked for blood but as the entire herd had been through there, tracks or blood was non existent. I even went and looked into the next canyon where the elk had went. After 1 and 1/2 hours of careful looking and crossing backhand forth, with darkness approaching I gave up. Of course during the three hour hike to camp I ran a thousand different scenarios through my brain trying to understand what went wrong. My best guess is that he recovered enough to gather himself up and join the main part of the herd for a couple of hundred yards or less then expired. In this country a 100 yards increases your search area exponentially, and once he crested that next ridge it was all down hill for quite a ways, direction unknown. I could have called it a miss and went back after them again but I really felt and still do that I killed him. So I filled out my tag and came home, hoping for a better day next time. I was shooting a 7 mm Mashburn with a 160 AccuBond, that shoots 1/2 MOA. So there is no doubt about the shot.
Next I headed to NE Oregon into a unit that I have hunted 17 times since 1968, and every year for the last five years. Again I arrived a couple of days early and started scouting. On the second day of scouting I bumped into a large herd a couple of miles in, just before dark. I heard them before I got to close and got out before I spooked them. The day before the season I was back there checking to make sure no one had pushed them out and planning for opening day. Opening day I left the trail head at 4;45 and eased up Into where they had been but they had moved farther up the canyon. As the day went by I worked myself into position and worked my way into where I was sure they would show up at the end of the day. They were one canyon over. The next morning I went in low and found them within a 100 yards of where I had set the previous evening and not reachable from my location. On day three at 0645 I was into them again. Fog and snow made sexing them difficult as well as them moving up hill away from me. I was able to range several at 100+yards but no spike bulls were seen. I took a two hour break at 0900 and again eased up the hill downwind of them and located them at 1200. After crawling and sneaking for a couple of hundred yards I was within rifle range 400+ of 16, with 30 or 40 below me that I could not see. Eventually the wind started to blow up hill they got my scent and moved up a mile or so away from me. By 1400 I was again where I was setting opening day with them working out of the canyon in the timber over the ridge into the next canyon to feed. I worked my way around the back of the drainage up 200 more feet and 3/4 just behind a knife ridge where hopefully I could get a shot. I crawled up to the edge shoved the rifle over the top, then got into shooting position and looked over. There were 8 or 10 just below me with a spike looking at me at 150 yards. I shot him just left of his near shoulder and about 6 or 8 inches up from his chest line. He dropped faster than any elk I have seen go down in a long time. He just totally turned to jelly and slid downhill about 20 yards into a patch of open timber and brush. I thought he had kicked once or twice just before he hit the brush but I knew he was laying there dead. It took me a few min to gather my stuff and get to the spot where he went in. Upon arriving I turned the scope to low power checked the chamber and eased in. It was very open with good visibility and no elk. Well I thought, I know he is here so I walked farther into the timber on the line that he was on and still no sign of a dead body. I looked for blood but as the entire herd had been through there, tracks or blood was non existent. I even went and looked into the next canyon where the elk had went. After 1 and 1/2 hours of careful looking and crossing backhand forth, with darkness approaching I gave up. Of course during the three hour hike to camp I ran a thousand different scenarios through my brain trying to understand what went wrong. My best guess is that he recovered enough to gather himself up and join the main part of the herd for a couple of hundred yards or less then expired. In this country a 100 yards increases your search area exponentially, and once he crested that next ridge it was all down hill for quite a ways, direction unknown. I could have called it a miss and went back after them again but I really felt and still do that I killed him. So I filled out my tag and came home, hoping for a better day next time. I was shooting a 7 mm Mashburn with a 160 AccuBond, that shoots 1/2 MOA. So there is no doubt about the shot.