Few years back we had four elk hunters and two of us trying to get them each a bull.
Second morning, two hunters still with tags, I just get back to camp with one guy and get a call that another hunter gut shot a nice bull. They trailed it across the flats for miles, got another shot but missed, then lost the trail.
Back out I go.
By afternoon they were ready to give up... I said let me drive around a couple miles ahead, I know where he's going, possibly I'll find him before he gets to the junipers.
I found him in a creek bed under a cottonwood, laid down but still alive.
Called the others to bring the hunter.
He got above the bull at 50 yds, we stayed back.
He shoots, then again, and again... five times...
WTH!
The way the bull was laid and looking back he thought his rear 'shoulder' was his front.
Killed the chit out of it's hams...
Kent
