Well we had a great season. Went up the day before the season opened and checked out our little spot. Found a heard of thirty five that had a small five by six, and several rag horns. Also spotted a heard of five bulls, three five points, a small six, and a small rag horn. We snuck out and spent the rest of the day checking out new country. didn't see any more elk but we did see a really nice five by five mulie buck chasing a few ladies around.
Opening morning we were up there before daylight. started glassing for elk. About 7:45 we spotted the heard of thirty five, but couldn't find the five bigger bulls to save our lives. With a rainy forcast for the rest of the season combined with the fact thatq if it did rain we couldn't get to our spot, we decided to go after the bulls in the big heard. We sat a watched them for a while to make sure we knew where they where going. In ths counrty you don't want to be wrong, it's a steep hike. After we figured them out we headed down to intercept. We got into position and they showed up like we had planned. My brother had first shot, and was wanting to shoot as soon as possible. I made him wait because every step the elk took up saved us at least two! They finally got in a position above us and I told him to take his bull and I would take one if they stuck around for another shot. Next thing I know my ears are ringing with the sound of a 130 TTSX leaving the muzzle at 3100 pfs, and the smack of the bullet hiting the bull. The heard took off heading up the draw. I was waiting for them to clear some trees and bushes, when I heard my youngest brother say "oh "crap"" I looked down and my brothers bull had crossed the draw and was on our side heading down reallly fast! Aaron (the shooter) just stood there and said "he's hit in the lungs". Well lung shot or not he was heading down hill! I swung off my shooting sticks and touched off the 280 AI and grounded him. I quickly swung back up the hill to the heard that had now cleared the trees and started scanning for my bull. Mike (USMC brother) was ratteling off ranges, "300", no shot. "350" again not shot. "418" By now the elk were getting out there and I gave up on that particular bull and just picked one out that was standing broadside. Got the propper elevation and ignored the 20 MPH headwind, and let a 160 AB fly. Before I could recover from the recoil I heard my brothers saying "holy crap, he's squirting blood out all over. He's done" About that time I get sight of him and he takes a step or two and falls down the hill ten yards. Then the work started! We had two bulls down by 9:00 AM. It was a great day.
Some of the country we hunted in. It's steeper than it looks.
Me looking for elk the day before the season.
My brothers bull. Shot at 250 yards with 130 TTSX out of a 308.
My Bull shot at 420 with 160 Ab out of the 280 AI. Bullet enterd right behind the close shoulder and the blood you see is the exit. Took the top of the hear off. Pretty impressed for a "little" gun.
Opening morning we were up there before daylight. started glassing for elk. About 7:45 we spotted the heard of thirty five, but couldn't find the five bigger bulls to save our lives. With a rainy forcast for the rest of the season combined with the fact thatq if it did rain we couldn't get to our spot, we decided to go after the bulls in the big heard. We sat a watched them for a while to make sure we knew where they where going. In ths counrty you don't want to be wrong, it's a steep hike. After we figured them out we headed down to intercept. We got into position and they showed up like we had planned. My brother had first shot, and was wanting to shoot as soon as possible. I made him wait because every step the elk took up saved us at least two! They finally got in a position above us and I told him to take his bull and I would take one if they stuck around for another shot. Next thing I know my ears are ringing with the sound of a 130 TTSX leaving the muzzle at 3100 pfs, and the smack of the bullet hiting the bull. The heard took off heading up the draw. I was waiting for them to clear some trees and bushes, when I heard my youngest brother say "oh "crap"" I looked down and my brothers bull had crossed the draw and was on our side heading down reallly fast! Aaron (the shooter) just stood there and said "he's hit in the lungs". Well lung shot or not he was heading down hill! I swung off my shooting sticks and touched off the 280 AI and grounded him. I quickly swung back up the hill to the heard that had now cleared the trees and started scanning for my bull. Mike (USMC brother) was ratteling off ranges, "300", no shot. "350" again not shot. "418" By now the elk were getting out there and I gave up on that particular bull and just picked one out that was standing broadside. Got the propper elevation and ignored the 20 MPH headwind, and let a 160 AB fly. Before I could recover from the recoil I heard my brothers saying "holy crap, he's squirting blood out all over. He's done" About that time I get sight of him and he takes a step or two and falls down the hill ten yards. Then the work started! We had two bulls down by 9:00 AM. It was a great day.
Some of the country we hunted in. It's steeper than it looks.
Me looking for elk the day before the season.
My brothers bull. Shot at 250 yards with 130 TTSX out of a 308.
My Bull shot at 420 with 160 Ab out of the 280 AI. Bullet enterd right behind the close shoulder and the blood you see is the exit. Took the top of the hear off. Pretty impressed for a "little" gun.
