Ok, heres the deal. The other night I was out and watched over 100 head come out to feed. One of the last ones was this bull, still bugling his head off and finishing with a big grunt. I thought to myself, I know this bull, he is the one that MCG and I had blowing snot on us, dripping wet with mud all over him, about the same range as MCG was tonight taking the pics. I know she almost peed herself ( I won't tell) when he came in on us and caught us in the open with no way to draw on him. With the full moon, I thought I would go over and scout things out for tommorrow morning and I drove over to the west end of the place and the elk are already out, an hour before dark, bugling like mad and I heard ole mudder going at it. Put the spotting scope on him, counted 7 on one side and decided that it was a good day for him to die. With about a 100 cows and calves around him, I did have to work it, belly crawled quit a ways and had cows watching all the way. At about 300 yards I decided that it was either go home or fire away, as I flipped the safety off. I did have to apologize to MCG, tonight is the first time that I have EVER fired a second shot with that gun. First one was a complete whiff, he ran off and stopped further up the hill which was a mistake, I never miss twice.
Yes I agree NR, about 350, my neighbor says 368 on a bet and he may be right, I cannot touch my fingers together at the base, or anyway up until the last fork. It is not as wide as I thought, ground shrinkage, but he is a gnarly old brute and all of the tines are 14 inches or better. He is not the best in the world but I know a girl that will remember a special time every time she sees him on the wall :wink: :wink:
That is what hunting is about more than anything. NR you need to come down here with Em just to go out and call them in. When you get one of them then you are up all night caping, cleaning and cutting. Sometimes whiffing is a good option :roll:
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