Torq
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Had a great time on the muzzleloader hunt last week. I went out with my dad and we were in a giant herd of elk all day. It was so fun to chase them in the snow. Saw some decent 6 points but could never get close enough to get a decent shot. I had plenty of opportunities at 300 yards on some of the 6 points, but with the one power red dot I knew I couldn't hit them. I was a little bummed because with my older setup with the 3x9 scope I would have had a pretty decent chance at one of them.
Anyway after a long morning of chasing elk around and not being able to get in close enough to any of them for a shot, my dad decided it was about time to get off the mountain. As we were heading out I saw another little group of elk, bedded down in some aspens. I told my dad I wanted to see if I could get close to this group, but since it was down the other side of the mountain he told me to go ahead and he would watch.
I made it down to them and was able to sneak in to 80 yards. At this point the cows busted me and stood up. I was quickly scanning with my binos and thinking that this was just a group of cows I started to feel a little discouraged. Just as I was about to walk out a bull stood up, through the aspens all I could see was that it was indeed a bull and not a cow.
I quickly pointed my rifle in the area and started watching for an opportunity through the aspens to take a shot. Somehow this bull stood up, and looked straight at me, in this moment I could see his head, and neck/chest. I fired off a shot right into his chest and he immediately dropped. When my dad got down to us and I showed him where I shot him from he couldn't believe it, he kept trying to tell me I must have been somewhere else because the aspens were so thick. But that little window was all I needed and it worked out perfectly.
I quartered him out, and packed out the backstraps and tenderloins that night. I had to come back in the morning to get the rest of him out. It was a hard heavy pack up and out of that hole in the snow, but it was 1000% worth it.
Although not the biggest bull I saw, I was stoked to get this cool bull. He broke the first two tines off on one of his antlers so I'm calling him my 2x4 bull.
Overall it was a super fun hunt. Great day spent with my dad chasing oodles of elk. He is getting on the older side, and kept saying "I don't know how many more years I can do this". So I am trying to cherish every hunt I can with him, while I can. Glad we could have another successful one together.
Anyway after a long morning of chasing elk around and not being able to get in close enough to any of them for a shot, my dad decided it was about time to get off the mountain. As we were heading out I saw another little group of elk, bedded down in some aspens. I told my dad I wanted to see if I could get close to this group, but since it was down the other side of the mountain he told me to go ahead and he would watch.
I made it down to them and was able to sneak in to 80 yards. At this point the cows busted me and stood up. I was quickly scanning with my binos and thinking that this was just a group of cows I started to feel a little discouraged. Just as I was about to walk out a bull stood up, through the aspens all I could see was that it was indeed a bull and not a cow.
I quickly pointed my rifle in the area and started watching for an opportunity through the aspens to take a shot. Somehow this bull stood up, and looked straight at me, in this moment I could see his head, and neck/chest. I fired off a shot right into his chest and he immediately dropped. When my dad got down to us and I showed him where I shot him from he couldn't believe it, he kept trying to tell me I must have been somewhere else because the aspens were so thick. But that little window was all I needed and it worked out perfectly.
I quartered him out, and packed out the backstraps and tenderloins that night. I had to come back in the morning to get the rest of him out. It was a hard heavy pack up and out of that hole in the snow, but it was 1000% worth it.
Although not the biggest bull I saw, I was stoked to get this cool bull. He broke the first two tines off on one of his antlers so I'm calling him my 2x4 bull.
Overall it was a super fun hunt. Great day spent with my dad chasing oodles of elk. He is getting on the older side, and kept saying "I don't know how many more years I can do this". So I am trying to cherish every hunt I can with him, while I can. Glad we could have another successful one together.
