RidgeRebel
Active member
My brother two friends and I all tagged out on elk in Wyoming! We had a great season harvesting one bull during the archery season and the other three last week during the rifle season. My brother and I each had seven points for elk and were frustrated not drawing the limited tag we were after year after year, so we decided to split our points with some old friends. The archery hunt was great we called in well over a dozen bulls and got an arrow in one. The wind seemed to really be against us (as usual) we really worked hard to keep the wind in our favor, but man it kicked our butts a lot. We saw a couple nice bulls and shot right over the top of a great six point the last night of the archery hunt. The rifle hunt was tough, but we stuck with it and it sure paid off. The second evening of the hunt out of frustration we decided to split up to cover ground. After dropping off my friend and brother in different spots, I went to were I had planned only to find a truck already at the trail. I quickly found another ridge and just climbed to the top to glass. About 30 minutes before dark I was just about to call it having not seen anything when a large group of elk started filtering out of the trees on the opposite ridge. I threw my pack down and got prone. I could see a nice six point in a group of cows as I surveyed the herd, then I saw a smaller bull at the edge of the herd clear of gthe cows. I opted to take the smaller bull as I did not have much time. At the shot the bulled jumped and began packing his front leg. The the elk began to scatter and I fired three more times as the elk was still on his feet. Then the bull fell were he stood and the other elk were gone. I was scared to take my eye off the bull in the scope but I knew I needed to get over and find him before dark. I picked a couple reference points and gathered my gear. I took off strait down the the ridge and strait up the very steep opposite side, I nearly passed out climbing as fast as I could to the bull. I could barely make out the yellow lump in the saddle where the bull lay as I finally made it. What a feeling to grab the antlers and see the bull up close after all the planning, scouting, and hard work. I maked the spot on my OnX and hurried pack to the truck as I was supposed to pick up the other guys after dark. When I found my brother I was smiling from ear to ear and asked him if he had his packing legs. As I told him what happened, he pulled his phone from his pocket and showed me a picture of him sitting behind a bull as well. I hugged him and told him I could not believe we killed two bulls in one evening. We then picked up my friend and told him of the great news. We spent the next two hours in the dark crazy wind getting my bull back to the truck and then my bothers the next morning. Two days later, during a snow storm, we tracked a herd of elk in the dark timber thanks to the fresh snow and my friend harvested a cow at less than 70 yards. In all we harvested 3 bulls and one cow filling all of our tags. As many have said WE LOVE WYOMING! Thank you to those on here that offered tips and advice I am very appreciative.
