Happy to report that my mother was successful on Saturday, and the Grand Slam worked spectacularly !
We tried 2 weeks ago and we were not successful, but we learned a lot about the area and we made some new contacts. My mother was too sick a week ago to try again, but this past weekend we gave it one last shot and it all worked out perfectly.
We got a call from a landowner on Saturday about 11am. We had to move quickly because we had a 4.5 hour drive to get there. We arrived at the property just before sunset and got the lay of the land. Planted ourselves behind a huge snow bank and waited. Within 10 minutes, the elk herd (about 40 of them) started coming toward us. The lead bull stopped about 100 yards short of where we were, and then made a decision to head off to the right toward a pile of hay bales. In the binos I confirmed that the second animal was a cow. A big cow. She stopped and looked in our direction. I said "Mom, she's gong to turn and follow that bull - when she does, let her have it." The cow turned and took two steps. Whump! - my mother surprised the heck out of me how quickly she shot. The entire herd bolted, of course, and the cow ran about 60 yards and then piled up. My mom's elk was down! We walked out slowly to check things out and my mom cut her tag. Then we took a little swig out of our flasks and had a hug, and headed to the farmhouse to let the land owner know.
Some photos:
We consider ourselves very fortunate to be able to hunt on some of the most beautiful landscapes in the world.
The land owner was nice enough to help us with the recovery, which made things so much simpler at -22 Celcius!
The Grand Slam broke through the bone near the elbow, ripped through the rib cage and did some damage to the heart and lungs, before punching through the far-side rib cage and coming to rest under the hide near the arm-pit. Textbook expansion and penetration from this projectile!
Some may not really call this a "hunt", and I understand the sentiment. It isn't a typical hunt for us, that is for sure. However, 2 weeks ago we hiked many kilometers on hundreds of acres, in terrible, windy weather - so we do feel sort of like we earned it. My mother is 73, after all.
