Not an Elk, but a deer. I was bow hunting and had a Whitetail doe slip into range from my stand. I took the shot and came down pretty quick since I thought I heard her crash. Walked over, picked up my arrow that had good blood on it. I never bothered to look for a blood trail since I thought I heard her go down. It was about dark and couldn’t find her. I wandered around looking and realized I was really turned around. I could still see some light coming from a power line right of way opening that I was familiar with and walked toward it. I was about to step out into the opening when at my feet was the dead doe. Drove my truck to her and went on my way!
