T Bone
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Thursday....continued.
I've forgot to mention the quality of elk I'd been seeing. A LOT of elk here as well with some very good quality. Many big bulls were broken up, but man, 300" bulls were very common. The largest I saw was a 7x8 with the front 4 on both sides broken up. I also saw bear, wild stupid horses which I have no love for, and one gnarly old bull buffalo all by himself in some very rugged cliffs...not where I'd expect a bison to be living.
Thursday continued....
After lunch, a nap, and some cold water, I was ready for the evening hunt. I knew where the buck was bedded. He chose a thick oak brush thicket that was 6 feet high. I set up in the hot afternoon sun on a vantage point above the thicket and picked it apart trying to confirm his location. Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon I saw those white antlers. He was feeding toward his knob where he'd bedded this morning. With minutes remaining of shooting light I ran and covered the 400 yards and poked my head over the ridge. There he was, bedded on his knob at exactly 92 yards!
An easy shot, as just the day before I grouped 3 shots into 5" at that range. I steadied and fired.
The buck bounded down the ridge. No whack, no thwack, no sign of a hit. It was last light and I decided to vacate and come back in the morning.
I've forgot to mention the quality of elk I'd been seeing. A LOT of elk here as well with some very good quality. Many big bulls were broken up, but man, 300" bulls were very common. The largest I saw was a 7x8 with the front 4 on both sides broken up. I also saw bear, wild stupid horses which I have no love for, and one gnarly old bull buffalo all by himself in some very rugged cliffs...not where I'd expect a bison to be living.
Thursday continued....
After lunch, a nap, and some cold water, I was ready for the evening hunt. I knew where the buck was bedded. He chose a thick oak brush thicket that was 6 feet high. I set up in the hot afternoon sun on a vantage point above the thicket and picked it apart trying to confirm his location. Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon I saw those white antlers. He was feeding toward his knob where he'd bedded this morning. With minutes remaining of shooting light I ran and covered the 400 yards and poked my head over the ridge. There he was, bedded on his knob at exactly 92 yards!
An easy shot, as just the day before I grouped 3 shots into 5" at that range. I steadied and fired.
The buck bounded down the ridge. No whack, no thwack, no sign of a hit. It was last light and I decided to vacate and come back in the morning.