2015 WY General DIY
Picture of my last minute bull. Got the monkey off the back with my first bull at last light on the last day for 'any elk' in my area. Hunted through archery season and the first weekend of rifle with no luck, but a few close calls. My dad and I set up on a point between two drainages with the plan to stalk on whatever elk we saw. Late in the evening we spotted a cow and a calf in a canyon to our north that were the only elk we'd seen that we would have a reasonable shot at getting to. I wasn't sure we'd make it over there before dark but figured we had to try, and that if we got over there we'd see more elk. Got to around a 500 yard shot at the cow and kept hiking closer, and then couldn't see her over the trees. We kept hiking north and along the ridge to our northwest I spotted a bull, I turned and could see the cow. I hadn't killed a bull so I went all in on the bull, stalked in and had a few different opportunities, but no good rest. I kept moving forward, and a bull spotted me and started to leave the opening, so I mewed at him with my mouth. He turned and walked back in the opening. At this time I was closer to the bull, ranged him, and rested my rifle against an aspen I was standing next to. I was amazed that I was able to hold the crosshairs on his shoulders steady and squeezed the trigger. After the shot I lost the bull, and let my dad know that I didn't know where or if I even hit him. We went up to check for blood and I texted my buddy who was higher up the mountain that I'd shot at a bull and didn't know if I hit him. From his vantage he watched my bull take two steps and fall. Found him just after dark and got to work immediately. Forgot to take a pic, but we got a few on the pack out and when we got to the trucks. Pretty awesome experience and I am happy that I got to share the moment with my dad, especially being as his work commitments had him tied up for my first deer and my first elk. I was fortunate to have two of my best friends up there to help with the chores.