2010
We dropped down into the "Basin", instantly finding fresh elk sign as we worked our way through the timber down the hill. Found a torn up spot where a bull had obviously been not too long ago, so we tried a bugle. Instant response off in the timber to our right. Another bugle a few minutes later and he screamed back, noticeably closer.
Myself and my 13 yr old cousin, on his first elk hunt, took position on top of a small rise, while the father in law and BIL took cover behind us 50 yards, and began to cow call. A bugle off to our left echoed off the poplars, and the crashing of brush coming in fast got our attention and we got ready.
I spotted the bull first about 75 yards out, he stopped and thrashed a small tree and let out a bugle. Nice bull I thought, real nice. I had my 300 Win Mag ready and Tyler was by my side with his 6mm. A couple cow calls by the crew behind us and he was on a string right for us and coming quick. Apparently the bull off to the right bugled around this time too, but was still a ways off. I guess I was too focused on the incoming bull to even notice.
Not really sure why, but I told Tyler to lift the legs on his bipod and stand beside me, as the bull closed the distance quickly with each step. He finally came into an opening between some trees at 15 yards when I told Tyler to drop the hammer. I was trying to video and keep my eye on the shooter at the same time, I remember seeing his muzzle doing figure eights and then the shot came.
The bull took off like a race horse up the hill straight away from us. No shot angle for us that would do any good, but our backup let fly into the trees as the bull streaked quartering away. I looked over at my partner and he was shaking like jello.
We found some drops of blood on the leaves and underbrush, and slowly followed it up. 80 yards later............
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