Drew a "Trophy" bull tag in 08. Group hunt with a buddy.
Opening morning....we spot a herd about 9am and they feed into a large patch of trees.
We know there is a decent 6 pt. in the bunch and my partner had never shot a bull.
Plan is....split up. I walked into the next canyon over, so I could go out around them to the other side of the patch of trees.
A couple hours later I am set up and he is working the patch.
I see a spike. I then start seeing cows feeding, maybe 100 yds. from me. No wind, they have no clue. Things look good.
I sit motionless. I hear a shot, but it is not nearly as close to me as I would have expected from the size of said patch.
My elk pickup their heads, but aren't alarmed. I wait.
Suddenly, my phone vibrates....WTF? It's my bro. I answer.
He is out of his mind, jacked. Has a 6x5 down. Re-WTF?
Where? Not in "my" patch. He saw a bull walking and went after it. He needs help gutting and packing. OK, I'll head your way.
Then I made my big mistake....
I stood up........ and an ass scratcher, heavy 6x6 takes off in full flight. He wasn't 2 steps back in the brush from the meadow. Damn. I can still see that bastid..
One of the morals of the story.....there can be more than one herd of elk in your area........
P.S. I got a 6x6 a few days and lots of miles later.
He was no where near as nice as this guy. That's huntin'.
