I've been hunting elk for 26 years without success. Some years I put more effort than others, but I usually get out for at least a little bit. I figured this year, with being out of work and all, I would put in a day of hunting, just as a social thing, then go back to looking for work. So, naturally, when I finally killed one, it would be on a one day hunt. As I was walking out to where I figured my buddy would be watching a meadow that somebody or other in my hunting party had taken five elk from, I cut some tracks in the snow crossing the skidder road I was walking down. Turns out that my buddy had a couple of other guys push through right in front of him, so he moved to a different spot, that just happened to be where my tracks were leading me. We said howdy, I showed him my Kimber Montana .325 WSM, then we went to meet up with our other buddy. We made it about fifty yards from where Kurt (my buddy) was sitting, came around a corner, and saw a herd of about 45 elk... a 6x6, a 5x5, a 4x5, and at least four spikes (along with a bunch of cows), which is what we were interested in, being that this was a spike-only hunt. We watched them for about ten minutes, waiting for a spike to get clear of the herd, then managed to dump two spikes within 30 feet of each other.
New knife:
New knife:
