Nine years of elk hunting

todbartell

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I haven't posted much hunting stuff to CGN for a few years, this is what I've been up to each September the last while

2007

I was invited on an elk hunt, and luck was with me and my work schedule as I got three days off in a row. I blew through the door at work 5:01pm on Saturday and I rolled into camp before midnight, catching up to the rest of the crew which had been there for a day or two already. I didnt waste much time setting up my "tent" (thermarest and sleeping bag in the back of my Blazer) and 5am came awful quick, although I was awake before the wakeup call came, as I couldnt sleep through the excitement of my first elk hunt!

Morning of day one, we got onto two bulls right away. We had a shouting match going between the two of them as we cow called between them. Eventually the more aggressive sounding bull came out of the timber 500 yards away, but as hard as we tried we couldnt make him grow a 6th tine. He was a mature 5x5 though, a beauty of an animal. Later that morning a 4x4 came out of the timber below us, bugling as he made his way toward our cow calls.

That evening we headed back to the same area, hoping a 6 pointer was kicking around. We moved into the slash and spotted a herd of cows feeding 400 yards in front of us. There was a spike and the 5x5 from the morning, who was chasing cows around and bugling back to our cow calls, but had no intent of leaving the herd. An unseen cow 200 yards away must of caught some glare off our equipment in the setting sun, as she barked and within seconds there was a dozen elk booking it for the timber. A smaller bull a half mile away was one of them. We waited until dark, hoping they'd return, but the bulls bugles only got further away.

The next morning we headed in again, and glassed a smaller 5x5 with three cows slowly feeding their way towards the timber. We set up downwind of the bush and began cow calling, and within 10 minutes we heard the crashing of some elk coming our way. Out came the smaller 5x5 and his cows, and they eventually circled in downwind of us before catching our wind and spooking.

That evening we were back in earlier than the day before, hoping to get into position downwind of where the herd was feeding before.

Anyways, we silently glassed our way into the cut, and we hid in a slash pile line abreast. Nothing came out and the sun had set already, and no bugles had been heard, and we'd been cow calling every 10 minutes or so. I suggested to my parnter to try a bugle, which so far in the hunt hadnt given us much luck. Well 15 seconds after he bugles, a bull replies, sounded like he was within 3/4 km and in the timber. This got my confidence up!

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Partner bugled a few more times, but no responses other than a pack of coyotes. On the fourth bugle (10-15 mins after the first reply), I heard the bull chuckle back at us and it sounded closer but it was hard to be certain. Two of us cow called every few minutes, trying to lure the bull out. Well a few minutes later he screams back at us, and is FOR SURE closer. MUCH closer. That got the heart goin I tell ya!

A few more cow calls and the bugle screams again from just inside the timber. Seconds later he steps out 120 yards away and I raise my binocs and note his right antler is a 5 point, but his left antler has a 6th tine! woo hoo! I turn to my parnter and whisper "who's gonna shoot him?" he says "#### I dont know!...you shoot him you havent gotten an elk before!"

I wasnt going to argue him - I watched the bull work his way towards us slowly. The wind is perfect, in our face and he is on a string heading for me. He turned straight on facing me at 98 yards, and I settled the crosshairs of my 30-06 on his chest. He stopped, lowered his head, and opened his mouth getting ready to bugle when I sent a 165 grain Accubond on its way.

The bull was rocked and on his side before I regained the sight picture. Sticks and dirt was flying 15 feet in the air as he kicked and kicked. I stayed on him for a few seconds making sure he didnt get up, then quickly got off the slash pile and got over to the bull. He was all messed up but trying to get to his feet, so my partner let fly from 20 feet into his neck and all was done.

He is not the biggest bull out there, but for my first elk, let alone my first elk hunting trip, he is awesome and I am hooked on elk hunting. It's like nothing else.

1 km quad pull across the block and by 2am he was back in camp skinned and quartered. Back home at the butchers he went 591 lbs (4 quarters with no legs). Butchered him tonight, should be some good eating!

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2008

half hour after sunrise myself and my two parnters slip into the timber, slowly cow calling our way into the wind, heading for an elk wallow found the year before

5 minutes later, a bull bugles ahead of us a hundred yards. I hang back as my partners sneak up. I catch movement through the trees, here comes a nice bull quartering towards us left to right. He stops behind a thick wall of trees with only his head showing. Looked like a nice 6x6. Wind is still perfect, I'm back 30 yards doing my best imitation of a sleazy cow. After a minute standoff @ 50 yards (from my partners) he begins on, not offering a clear shot. He eventually is out of sight in the thick bush to our front right.

That is when bull #2 bugles, he sounded like a fire breathing dragon when he growled and chuckled. Life at this moment just doesn't get better, seemed like a dream. I cant see him, but keep cow calling. A couple minutes go by, it seemed like alot longer, when I am snapped out of my daze by the muzzle blast of a 300 Winchester.

....I still cant see him from my position, but I begin to hyper cow call. He lurches into view, I can see the tops of his antlers, he looks good. He stops, another shot goes off, bull is still standing there...another quick shot is fired and the antlers dissapear from view. I rush up there, and here's what we had

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2009

Opening morning, got on a bull at first light just like last year. We moved in and brought him in to 80 yards, and my father in law dropped him with 300 Win Mag & 168 gr Barnes TSX. 600 lbs on the hooks
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Fresh. maybe we should let out a bugle? I began to dig out the tube from my pack when I look down the road and see something. I raise my binocs, focus them to see a bull elk walking out of the ditch and straight away from us.

Is he a 6? bull is half a KM away. wind is right, lets get closer

We got to where we last seen him, bull is nowhere to be seen. I set up along road edge with rifle in shooting stix. Partner lets out a cow chirp or two, we wait for a minute or two but nothing shows. I stand up and here he comes, out of the brush and across the road at 400 yards. I tried to stop him with a squeel on the grunt tube but he just headed into the opposite side of the road's brush. Wind is still good, lets get closer

A few minutes later he pops back on the road, 280 yards. 95% sure he's a 6, but he just wont face us and show us his eyeguards so we know for sure. Facing straight away from us for half a minute then he steps into the brush again, dissapears. We wait a few minutes, but he doesnt show. Wind is still good, lets get closer

About a hundred yards from where he disappeared, we stop and listen. I can hear some brush breaking ahead, I though the bull was moving away from us. Then I seen the tops of the willows shaking. Charge him!

I walk up the road, see the bull working over a willow off the left side of the road. I confirm he has both eye guards and move in for the shot. 60 yards, too much brush covering him. Get closer! 40 yards. Still too much brush. Bull is still raking the tree, stopping every 10 seconds for a moment then continuing on. Time to get closer

25 yards, one last bush in my way. Confirm scope is on 3.5x, side step around bush and the crosshairs settle low on his shoulder. Bull is still doing his thing. At 20 yards I send the 200gr Barnes TSX on its way at 3000 fps. At impact the bull stumbles, catches his footing and turns, quartering away hard. Ive reloaded and have a bunch of willow in the way but I gotta send one now before he is swallowed up by the brush. Swung with him but I think I led him too much.

I reload and sprint off after the bull, he begins to stumble and is now plowing dirt with his antlers and front shoulders. He made it 15 yards from the rub tree

I couldn't be any more happier with how the hunt turned out. Great bull, gotta love elk hunting
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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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2012

Opening day of elk season. Is there a better day to be out in the woods? We were back in a familiar piece of country that has produced many bulls over the last five years. Using the wind direction to plan our attack on the ‘rut hole’ we snuck into the timber and slowly made our way along an elk trail at daybreak. We had no answers to our bugles or cow calls but we were confident there was elk around.

We were about 50 yards downwind of a wallow we’ve had success near before, and decided to try a bugle and see if we could get an answer. I let out a high pitched squeal trying to simulate a raghorn bull. 30 seconds later a bull bugled back from the other side of the wallow. Over the next 15 minutes we bugled back and forth but he wouldn’t come any closer, nor did it sound like he was going away from us. It was 8am and we knew that soon the warm temps could shut him up and he might lose our chance at him, so we tried to sneak in on where he sounded like he was.

We were able to get within about a hundred yards of him, all of a sudden there was brush crackin and I figured he was coming hard towards us. But the sound never moved, he was raking a tree! We made the decision to move in on the bull rather than trying to lure him closer. We tried to make as little of noise as we could, which was hard in the dry underbrush, while sneaking closer. The trees were so thick that we couldn’t see the elk yet but could hear him almost constantly raking a tree, only stopping periodically to bugle or groan.
We got to a spot where we finally could make out some movement ahead, I remember seeing the top of a tree shaking and scanning down with my binos until I could make out parts of an antler and some tan colored hide. We could tell he was a mature bull, and agreed he was a shooter. We kept sneaking closer until my father in law had a clear lane to the bulls neck, at approx.. 60 yarrds as the bull took a breather from raking the tree.
He let fire a 168gr TTSX from his 300wm, I could hear the bullet slap and the bull instantly turned and was coming our way. He reloaded and the bull stopped broadside one more shot and he was down in his tracks. After some hooting and hollering, handshakes and hugs we ran up to the bull. In all the excitement I lost track of where he dropped and ran about 50 yards past the bull.
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He was a beautiful 6x6, long beams and good mass. Certainly one of the better bulls we’ve taken. He had an eyeguard from another bull jammed into the back of his neck right behind the skull. Likely was fighting the night before, possibly why he wasn’t very interested in coming into our call. He probab;y was content to just rake his frustrations out on the tree.

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Five days of hard hunting later, it proved to be my turn. We had found a newer cutblock that had some elk sign in it,we decided to return in the evening to sit and see what happens. My brother in law watched one side of the block and I headed about 300 yards down the road to watch the other side. We sat down and let things settle down and get quiet for a bit before doing some calling. When my BIL would bugle or cow call, I would answer him. At one point just before the sun set, I thought I heard a bull groan behind me in an older grown up cut block, followed by some cow chirps. At the time I thought maybe it was other hunters but I never did hear another call, although there was a few cracks in the bush that got my blood going. Could a bull be coming in?


I kept scanning the edge of the block, by now the sun had set and darkness was quickly eating up the light. I’d let the odd cow chirp go, hoping to lure out something. There, there was an elk, I could see it plain as day without my binos on the edge of the timber. The tell tale yellowy tan hide. I raise my binos and see that, well it wasn’t an elk, but a small poplar tree turning golden yellow. I was fooled! A few minutes went by and I picked up my binos to scan the edge of the block one last time. No elk, no elk, no elk, no elk, ELK! Bull elk! I remember his dark antlers, as he stood there watching the cut block, likely trying to find where that sleazy cow was calling from. He was facing right at me, and he was stunning. He licked his nose and took a few steps out into the block. I took this opportunity while he was moving to get my rifle in position for the shot. Id move a bit, he would stop moving so I’d freeze. He’d watch my direction for a bit then carry on quartering to me and I would move a little bit. Finally I was ready. Cranked the Leupold to 10x, estimated bull to be at about 200-225 yards. He turned broadside and when my crosshairs settled on his shoulder I squeezed the trigger on my custom Winchester m70 338-06. Kapow, the bull shudders on the impact and the rodeo begun. He was spinning around and round while I quickly reloaded and when he slowed his spin I fired again at a quartering away angle. I seen the big shower of hair in the scope and it was like someone slapped him on the ass and he was off. I reloaded again, he luckily had stopped and in the failing light I could make out his silhouette. A slight rise in the clearing blocked a lot of his vitals so I aimed at the base of his antlers and moved my crosshairs back a foot and squezzed off my third round. I lost sight of him in the muzzle blast. I sat and listened, holding my breath . I remember hearing my blood just ppunding through my veins. Crash crash crash, something was running away through the old cutblock where the bull had emerged from. Really? REALLY? I just stroked a bull 3x with 225gr Nosler Accubonds and he is still alive? I couldn’t believe it……..

My partners were now coming my way to see what was going on. From where they were sitting, they couldn’t see a thing. Because my shots were spaced out apart every few seconds, they thought I had broke my leg and was signalling for them to come help me
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We went up to where the bull was when I shot and looked for blood. My BIL headed to where I last seen him, and after a minute yelled “FOUND HIM!” WOW – talk about a relief! Turns out the crashing I heard after my 3[SUP]rd[/SUP] shot must have been a cow elk that was with the bull. We took a few quick pics and got him gutted and went for the quads to drag him out. A medium sized 6x6 but he fils the freezer nicely. First shot was right in the shoulder and angled through quartering away and found bullet on off side hide/ribs. 2[SUP]nd[/SUP] shot went in behind ribs and smashed into the back bone above shoulders – how this didn’t drop him I don’t know. 3[SUP]rd[/SUP] shot hit him right in the neck and dropped him in his tracks.

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a month later I got to be pack mule for my brother in law's elk

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Cow called this guy to 15 yards and my hunting partner smashed him with the 300wm, Sept5th, nice healthy critter, filled the freezer nicely

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The next day one of the other guys in our camp dropped the hammer on a big 7x6 at 30 yards

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After three days of hunting and only a fleeting glimse of a small bull elk we were glad to cut some fresh sign mid morning of day four. We returned to this spot in the evening and spotted a cow elk on the road near where we had planned to hunt that evening. A good sign! We hiked a quarter mile into the timber and set up a cold calling setup. No luck so we decided to go back to where the cow was and check to see if there was any other tracks than hers. It was almost dark when we did a locator bugle and had an answer about a half mile to the south! The first bugle heard of the fall, what a beautiful sound to experience once again. We bugled back and forth a dozen times over the course of a half hour, and another bull to the north sounded off as well and then another, what a cool experience to have three bulls fired up. We decided to definitely return to this spot in the morning and try to get in on one of the bulls

First light found us sneaking down an old skid road through the overgrown cutblock. Lots of elk tracks and rubs found gave us more confidence that we were in the right spot. We hit the mature timber and made a few cow calls, instantly the bush came alive with elk scattering. We had literally walked right into the middle of a small herd! I only got a visual on one spiker, we got on an elk trail and slowly made our way deeper into the timber. We had gone about 200 yards when I could hear some sticks breaking and animals skirting us, could get no visual though. My partner then spotted a lone cow about 75 yards away. We let out a light bugle, trying to get a bull to pipe up and give us a direction to go or something to work with. As soon as my partner bugled, I scanned with my binos to find the cow but couldnt spot her, I scanned right to left and seen a tan body. It then walked forward and I seen a fairly heavy horned bull! I dropped my binos and flipped the scope caps off my Kimber 280 Ackley, turned the magnification up a bit on my scope and flipped off the safety. The bull stopped broadside at about 70 yards and I let one fly behind the shoulder. At the shot the bull dropped down out of sight, I yelled to my partner "I dropped him!" and quickly ran over the 20 yards to him for a high five. He hadnt seen the bull, or me getting ready to shoot, so when my rifle went off he was quite surprised! We ran up to where the bull was last seen and he was down and out. He's a 4x4 with single eye guards and a busted non typical 5th on his left side up by the g3. Best part is he ended up being only 90 yards from a road! I was glad to get some meat in the cooler and now the pressure was off a bit and we still had a day to hunt for another bull for my partner

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Daybreak on the 6th day of our hunt found us in a different area and into fresh sign right away. We discovered a fairly large dry wallow loaded with elk tracks and the stench of rutting bull elk. We had some animals close by but no visuals or response to our calls. We headed deeper into the timber and finally got an answer to one of our bugles. It was later in the morning by now, around 8am and we didn't wait and try to the lure the bull in, we checked the wind and headed right towards where he bugled from and the hunt was on! He would answer our cow calls and bugles, sounded like he was about 200-300 yards away still. We were skirting to his right, when he answered us and was much further to our left and heading downwind! We made the quick adjustment and within 400 yards the wind was right and we felt we were close to where he last bugled from.

We did some cow calls and I began to rub on a tree with a broken branch to try and lure in the bull to thinking a bull was with a cow and I heard a large branch snap not far out in front of us. I scanned for minutes with my binos but could not see any movement. All of a sudden he bugled and let out a series of loud hollow grunts. He was close! A few more cow calls and we could hear the bull getting close and closer. What an adrenaline rush! I spotted movement ahead and it was two cows heading our way, and then I seen him, could hear him, panting and glunking as he followd the cows towards us. His long beams first, I could see a good rear split and he was definitely a shooter! A beautiful sight as he came through the timber at about 60ish yards, the morning sun rising and his reddish black mane, tan body and then he let out a screaming lip bawl bugle. Im glad I had a tree to lean on as I could be shaking so hard I couldnt hold the binos right! The cows came through an opening and the bull was next, from where my partner was hiding behind a tree 10 yards to my left he had a clear lane on the bull and dropped the hammer at about 50 yards. The bull spun and headed to our left, stopped after about 20 yards, wobbled a bit and then tore off out of our sight, but we easily heard him crash to the ground only 50 yards from where he was hit. he was down! a beautiful 6x6 bull with big g4's

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Daybreak of opening day in the peace country, we got a response to our third location bugle. We slipped into the timber downwind of where he was and when within around 100-150 yards of where we figured he was earlier, we gave a few soft cow calls. The bull instantly answered us with a bugle, and he wasn’t far off. A half dozen excited cow mews and we could hear the crashing coming, and there he was, facing us at 60 yards. I was looking through my binos and told my partner he looked like a five pointer, the reply was ‘good enough!’ and the pre64 Model 70 barked, sending a 150gr Accubond on its way. The bull stumbled and turned to go, only making it a short 12 yards before piling up. This turned out to be the only elk we seen in the five days of hunting, so in hindsight was a good choice pulling the trigger!

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A week into rifle season in 7A, I finally had a chance to get out. I left the truck 90 mins before sunrise, planning on a long day with potentially many miles to cover. A few hundred yards into my trek, I thought I heard something, so instantly freeze. Errrrrruuuuuughhhh – I catch the tail end of a bugle! I continue ahead with increased optimism for the morning. A few hundred yards closer, I stop to listen for the bull to sound off again on his own. By now it was raining pretty good, making it difficult to listen. 5 minutes later, that wonderful sound comes. He’s about half a KM, so I continue on. It’s now getting light enough to see, and I spot a cow up ahead. She’s alert and staring right towards my direction, so I crouch down and wait her out. In the meantime I can hear the bull in behind her, he bugled a couple times over the ten minutes I had to sight tight while the cow was keeping me pinned down. Finally she drifts off and I continue on slowly, heading for where the bull was last calling from.

I hadn’t heard him bugle in ten minutes or so, when all of a sudden a spine tingling lip bawl scream comes from just ahead of me. I chamber a round and get ready and give some excited cow calls. Another lip bawl – but I can’t see anything. All of a sudden there’s some crashing coming right to my left. I spot an elk, a calf, 25 yards out. Then the cow shows up. I freeze, I can’t let them bust me now this close to the bull. Luck was with me, as they continue on and out of sight. I can hear the bull in behind where the cow and calf just were standing, popping branches and huffing groans. I give him some cow calls, he bugles. I head towards him, calling as I go. Silence. I call again, nothing. I decided to pose a threat to the herd, and turn away from his direction and scream a short bugle and a half a dozen chuckles. The bull goes berserk, screams and I can hear him coming. I creep up a little ways and can hear him crashing towards me. I spot movement ahead, lift the binos to see the bull. I remember thick beams, short eyeguards, I can only see his head. I can’t count six – too much brush in the way. After 15 or 20 seconds he turns and goes back the way he came. I alternate cow calls and chuckles. The bull would bugle, standing his ground, calling me (the cow) to him. I got within probably 40 yards of him when I could hear elk crashing away – he either seen me or smelled me, or an unseen cow that was with him. The next bugle from him and he’s 100+ yards out, I sit down and decide to let them settle down a bit before trying again to close in.

I lay my rifle on a log in front of me, drop my pack and dig out my GPS. As soon as I finish entering the waypoint I hear something ahead to my right. I look up and see the tan body of an elk, 50 yards away. I lift my binos and see it’s a bull – not the bull I just had the encounter with, but I was certainly counting points. Finally he turned his head and I could count six – I drop the binos and grab my Model 70 338-06. His vitals are hidden behind a small poplar from my angle, so I lean over and have a tight shooting lane. I fire, and instantly am up on my feet, reload and am sprinting towards the bull. I get halfway to where he was and see the hooves kicking – he’s down! Not the biggest bull out there but I'll take him any day

After a few whoops and some thanks to the hunting gods, I inReach my hunting partners and request some assistance if possible. While I deal with the bull on the ground I can hear the bigger bull in the distance, bugling every so often. Next year!!! 90 minutes later the packers show up (including my wife!), and we load him up and head to town. The Barnes 210gr TTSX entered behind the shoulder, smashed a rib on entrance, clipped the bottom of the spine, exited between two ribs. Found the bullet while skinning, it was stuck between the ribs and hide. Massive hole in both lungs. Recovered bullet weighs 209.8 grains! Ate the heart for dinner that night - Cutting him up tomorrow

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Very well done and thanx for sharing your recent hunts. Obviously you guys have some nice honey holes...

What I find very interesting is that you, along with most hunters out there I'm sure, will remember small details of events that occurred many many years ago.

Why? Because hunting is a passion we all love, respect, and cherish.
 
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