Early morning right before light, wife and I were headed to check out an elk spot in a notorious stretch of highway for hitting elk. Car coming the other direction so I slow down being blinded on my left. 5pt bull running full out came out of the dark so fast I didn't have time to hit my breaks, squared up perfect on my grill, wiped out the front end, accordioned my hood on the windshield. With his momentum only his butt hit the windshield in the far right corner where the wife was sitting.

Came to a stop, truck was nonoperable, didn't see the elk but didn't care right then. DPS officer comes by a few minutes later and starting to get light, asks where the elk was, I didn't know. We go to look, climb over a barbed wire fence and find him 100 yards into the forest, 3 broken legs, dead. Officer says, how did he get over that fence?... F'er was tough that's for sure.

Kent