Hasn’t been a post here for awhile, so I’ll drop one in here.
I like peoples hunting pics and stories.
Got this quirky antlered elk yesterday at 7am with my bow.
Was walking down a deer trail to a meadow spot I know for the wind that day to deer hunt, and saw his black mane and some antler standing in a thick tangle of blown down 50 yards away, he saw me too

He moved off away from me into a big spruce patch that grows around a bog there and barked at me twice.
I thought about slowly moving after him but figured that would be practically hopeless with a bow and should just go to my meadow. I stood there for awhile and he barked again, but only a little bit farther away than before and not panicky, a quite bark. I waited, a minute later, another quite bark from same spot.
He didn’t sound very spooked and It was a light cross wind, him to me from the start. I circled around as quite and hidden as I could in his direction to a small meadow about 75 yards away and calf chirped a few times. A cow chirp, couple calf chirps. Wait, couple cow chirps, wait. He strolled right out into the meadow almost broadside, 35 yards and got pinned. Hit was OK, off from perfect though, back of lungs and liver.
I sat on a log for two hours to not push him, then it started to rain so I had to start trailing. Good blood trail for 50 yards then it started pouring out. It screwed me, lost his trail. I just kept following logical looking routes he could have taken in different directions looking for a corpse. Pinned him at 7am, found him done in his bed at 1pm, 185 meters away by GPS straight line. Tough animals these elk. If I hadn’t found him yesterday I would have been there this morning and let the ravens tell me where he was. It was 12:30 that night before I was done and sitting back in the truck after boning and pack framing him out. I have a sore left knee today, LOL.