Stillhunter
Beginner
- Dec 8, 2014
- 52
- 10
I was hunting in the thick, steep, dark and wet timber. Typical of Western Washington Roosevelt Elk. Late in the afternoon, the light, what there is of it was waning even though it was an hour before sundown. The canopy does the here.
I scanned up the side of the ridge to my left, then down into the draw on my right. Then glanced by up. A herd of a dozen materialized, just were suddenly there. hats typical too, as thick as it is. They were spread out feeding toward my left. The closest about 20 yards, some 60 or more. I searched for a bull. Raghorns often are hanging with the cows. We have a 3 pt minimum here.
The first two cows were about to step into my wind so time was up. I had a cow tag to fill and a broadside cow at 40ish yards. I brought the crosshairs to her heart as she stepped forward. At the shot it was pandemonium as elk were every which way. I lost sight of my cow and assumed she was down where I shot her. The herd gathered and left at a run the way they had come, down the draw.
I moved to the stop and to my surprise, no elk, no blood. I never saw one showing signs of a hit as they left. I was perplexed. She was close and broadside. I was sure of my aim. I had what research had said to be a good load. Federal factory 300 Grain Speer. Not a hollow point, the HotCor with the dimple. Many on forums said it to be tough and a good replacement to the 300 grain Partitions now long gone.
I got on the radio to my buddy to let him know I was searching. I spent 15 minutes looking for blood ar any tell tail signs in the many tracks. Then, I saw a cow standing, facing away, 50 yards off. It was odd. I had not been quiet. Why was she there? Was this my cow. I moved closer. At 25 yards I decided it must be her. She still hadn't moved. As she turned her head to look back at me, I could just tell it was her. It all wasn't right and she was in pain. I still did not have a good angle to shoot again and as she looked back again, I dropped her with a shot to the neck.
I gutted her and found no sign of the first hit, but the entry would have been on the side she was laying. When help arrived it was dark. We skinned and quartered one side by lamp light. When we could flip her over, I found the entry hole. It had taken out the leg bone in front of the heart. There was a 2 inch hole in her ribs. Directly behind her still pristine heart. Not a sign of damage to the heart or lungs. Not a sign of the bullet or a single fragment. I will never know what happened at the hit. Was glad I finally got to put her down. An animal should never suffer like that.
We hung the quarters there over night. In the morning, packed her out. That bullet went no where in her I could find. I need a better load for the future. The search is on.
I scanned up the side of the ridge to my left, then down into the draw on my right. Then glanced by up. A herd of a dozen materialized, just were suddenly there. hats typical too, as thick as it is. They were spread out feeding toward my left. The closest about 20 yards, some 60 or more. I searched for a bull. Raghorns often are hanging with the cows. We have a 3 pt minimum here.
The first two cows were about to step into my wind so time was up. I had a cow tag to fill and a broadside cow at 40ish yards. I brought the crosshairs to her heart as she stepped forward. At the shot it was pandemonium as elk were every which way. I lost sight of my cow and assumed she was down where I shot her. The herd gathered and left at a run the way they had come, down the draw.
I moved to the stop and to my surprise, no elk, no blood. I never saw one showing signs of a hit as they left. I was perplexed. She was close and broadside. I was sure of my aim. I had what research had said to be a good load. Federal factory 300 Grain Speer. Not a hollow point, the HotCor with the dimple. Many on forums said it to be tough and a good replacement to the 300 grain Partitions now long gone.
I got on the radio to my buddy to let him know I was searching. I spent 15 minutes looking for blood ar any tell tail signs in the many tracks. Then, I saw a cow standing, facing away, 50 yards off. It was odd. I had not been quiet. Why was she there? Was this my cow. I moved closer. At 25 yards I decided it must be her. She still hadn't moved. As she turned her head to look back at me, I could just tell it was her. It all wasn't right and she was in pain. I still did not have a good angle to shoot again and as she looked back again, I dropped her with a shot to the neck.
I gutted her and found no sign of the first hit, but the entry would have been on the side she was laying. When help arrived it was dark. We skinned and quartered one side by lamp light. When we could flip her over, I found the entry hole. It had taken out the leg bone in front of the heart. There was a 2 inch hole in her ribs. Directly behind her still pristine heart. Not a sign of damage to the heart or lungs. Not a sign of the bullet or a single fragment. I will never know what happened at the hit. Was glad I finally got to put her down. An animal should never suffer like that.
We hung the quarters there over night. In the morning, packed her out. That bullet went no where in her I could find. I need a better load for the future. The search is on.