2022 Elk Recap

Read1t48

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I made a post before the season of my elk goals:
  • Kill another bull solo.
  • Improve on my calling and spot and stalk technique
  • Improve upon my mountain skills.
  • Avoid bee’s nests
  • Have Fun.
In that order!

I spent the pre-season perfecting the sequences shared in @ElkNut1 ’s app and I went into opening weekend more confident than ever. First week of the season, I called in a black bear that came into my sequence just minutes after I ended it. The boar was probably going 4+mph and came right by me without noticing my presence and looked entirely focused on trying to catch up to the supposed herd of cows and calves. Bears account for more elk calf mortality than many realize. I had a bear tag and my arrow was nocked. I chirped and the bear came to a full stop below me. I was at full draw but the shooting lane was not clear and the bear soon caught my wind only to leave as fast as it came in.

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Although I was diligent about not leaving my elk set-ups too soon, I would come back to my sequence spot a day or two later only to find a tree completely thrashed or the ground pawed and raked out. I presume a bull heard me from his bed and eventually made his way to the spot after my departure.
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I love hunting but my family comes first and sometimes I only get to hunt a morning or an evening. Each hour in the woods is a gift and it doesn’t take long to find a rhythm in the woods that cannot be duplicated anywhere else. Your mind and body crave the crisp mornings and the smells of the mountain that cannot be found in the daily grind of civilization.

On Sep. 3rd, I did an advertising bugle from a ridge in thick timber and got a lazy bugle back in response. It was 12:30PM. The bull bugled from his bed. It was the first and only bugle I heard of the season. But I knew I only needed to hear one bugle. As my eyes scanned the bedding area, my brain whispered, “You’re dead!”. I knew I could kill this bull if I did everything right.

I dropped 500’ below to get on the bull’s contour and I proceed to advertise myself by raking, pawing the ground, grunting, panting, and sounding like a bull feeling his oats in the early season. Much of my sounds were my own voice through a tube. I knew I had the bull’s attention. In my head were the voices of all the online mentors that I’ve embraced over the last several years – ElkNut, Jason Phelps, Dirk Durham, Corey Jacobson, Born & Raised, Elk Shape, Angry Spike, ElkBro’s, Chris Roe, Joel Turner, Mark Livesay, and many others. Each of them was in my mind providing tips. As a solo hunter, these guys kind of become your invisible partners!

Chris Roe and others speak about the “Doorway Principle” – the place where bulls get hung up because they want to verify with their eyes what they heard. Although I was on contour with the bull, I didn’t like the openness of the terrain and the thermals were not consistent because of the shade in the bottom. The wind was swirly. I knew I had to get out of this area and steer the bull away from my set-up so that he would not pick up any scent that I left at this spot.

I quickly climbed out of the hole, 500’ back up to thick timber with consistent thermals and cover. I reached the ridge and let out a single bugle to let the bull know of my new position and to steer him back toward me. The thermals were going consistently up and I was certain to not silhouette myself in the sun. I skirted around the ridge and saw horns just before hearing the bull take off. I was perplexed - thermals and concealment were good. I quickly realized that the horns I saw were of a smaller bull who had been ran off by the larger bull that bugled from his bed. The bigger bull was coming. I continued around the ridge and found an ideal set-up spot. I could use the thick timber behind me and a knoll on a knife ridge to bring the bull to me. I ranged a tree at the Doorway – the exact spot I knew the bull should stop. I cleared all the debris around my feet and made sure I could move left and right without being detected. I saw the bull’s tines coming up the knife ridge below the knoll. I drew back. The bull came to the doorway and stopped – exactly in front of the tree I ranged only 1 minute earlier. He started scanning back and forth with his head. He was in search mode. I was silent. I said nothing.

During my 2021 season, there were times where I became caught up in the excitement of the elk talk. A bugling elk is a big reason people archery hunt. There were times in the past where I gave away my position by calling at the wrong time and losing the element of surprise – which is critical when solo hunting. As a solo hunter, staking out a set-up spot is arguably the most important thing I do. Nearly all of my memorable mistakes, where I should have killed an elk but didn’t, revolved around a bad set-up. My hard lessons from year’s past were going to pay off. A diaphragm was in my mouth, but there was no need to call at this point. The bull would have to spend time finding me in the thick timber.

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At full draw, I went through my mental shot sequence and sent the sharpest broadhead I’ve ever held. The Ranch Fairy has some pretty crazy ideas that don’t always align with my western big game style, but earlier this Spring I watched several YouTube videos where he explained how to sharpen broadheads. My broadheads, which are not expensive or fancy, will pop a single hair off your arm and flick it across the room. That’s scary sharp! I use a jig and various sandpapers. The time-consuming but satisfying process is completed with metal buffing compound and a leather strop. You can literally see your image in the edge of the broadhead. It is a mirror finish. I shoot an older bow with a 26” DL, 72lbs, and a 442 grain arrow at 252 FPS. Those are not impressive bow specs but a sharp fixed blade broadhead out of a well-tuned bow cannot be understated.

After going through my shot sequence, I watched my arrow completely disappear. There was no thunk, thud, or pop, like I experienced in the past. The arrow was just gone. The bull whirled and as I bugled and let out two cow calls, I heard a terrible crash. He was dead in less than 7 seconds, and I was standing over my first decent Roosevelt at 1pm. When solo, there is no real celebration. The pressure of filling your tag is gone, but it’s quickly replaced by the work that lies ahead. By 5:30pm I had him quartered, bagged, and shuttled to the top of the ridge. The area is full of predators. After following the gutless process, I opened up the elk’s cavity and pushed out the guts. I wanted the heart, but I equally wanted any predators to prioritize the carcass and not my meat bags.

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Read1t48

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The arrow entered left of frontal and went through the bull lengthwise all the way to his rear hind quarter. The broadhead was returned to my quiver in shaving-sharp condition. Even I was surprised.

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I hung the meat on a windy knife ridge and could already begin to feel it cool. I leapfrogged several bags further down the mountain into creek bottoms. Although the temp of the day was in the mid 80’s, these creek bottoms were identified and marked during pre-season, solely for the purpose of stashing meat. These bottoms would get into the 40’s by dark and cool down even further overnight. I took a load of meat off the mountain, along with the horns which don't fit well on the cart, and ended a thirteen-mile day. I figure I've had about 12-15 animals in the trunk of my car. I am just a "hiker" at the trailhead but I figured it was best to bring the truck on day 2.
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I was up at 4:30AM the following morning to head back up and start packing meat. After pushing my bicycle and game cart up the mountain, I was giddy with excitement to see the meat bags cool and undisturbed. I backpacked multiple loads of meat from the ridge to my bicycle and cart, six miles in total. After putting on the 3rd quarter in the cart, my bicycle shot straight up into the air as if to say, “I’ve had enough!” I secretly hoped a fat guy would come walking out of the woods to sit on my bicycle, but I knew better. I put a hundred pounds of meat in my pack and strapped the rest of the bags onto the cart for a 4-mile push and ride down the mountain, having to stop and unload for downed trees and other obstacles. It was a fourteen-mile day and not one I will soon forget. In the moment, you never want to do it again. But a year later, or even much sooner, the memories of pain and agony fade and the mountains call you back.


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Many years ago, I was on a high-country deer hunt in the middle of nowhere in unforgiving terrain. I was cutting cross country when my eyes caught glimpse of an older gentleman sitting on the end of a downed tree. I was in shock and my face probably looked like I had just seen sasquatch. I introduced myself and asked him how someone like me, much younger, could presume to still be in these mountains so many years from now? He grinned and simply said, “When I was your age, I set my mind to do it every year.” His lifestyle choices including workout and diet would revolve around his goal to be on that mountain every year. He knew unforeseen illnesses might be out of his control, but he was determined to multiply the odds in his favor. This guy was my hero and a serious inspiration. This forum is full of outdoorsman who use elk hunting as a way to drive a lifestyle of healthy choices and habits.

I killed another bull solo. I improved my calling, balanced with spot and stalk and knowing when to call and when to be silent. I certainly improved my mountain skills. Although I didn’t manage to find any bees, I’m sure I’ll make up for it next year. I had fun. Kind of.

The first family meal was tenderloin and steaks quickly followed by Hank Shaw’s tongue tacos. Sous Vide is the real deal when it comes to cooking venison. Meals around the table will be full of new memories and adventures. Feeling blessed and eager to soak up every bit of knowledge from those willing to share. The more time I spend in the woods, the more I realize how much I have to learn.


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What a captivating story. Congrats on your bull and thank you for sharing your experience with us. I was in the PNW last week. Although I didn’t have a tag o spent time in the mountains. It makes appreciate your hard work even more now. It was very thick where I was. I was able to find a cow on my evening trip. The first Roosevelt elk I’ve ever seen.
 

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Well, that's a nice season.

@Read1t48 - if one of your goals was to "Kill another bull solo" -> what if you didn't see any bulls to kill. Would your season have been a success?
 
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Read1t48

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Well, that's a nice season.

@Read1t48 - if one of your goals was to "Kill another bull solo" -> what if you didn't see any bulls to kill. Would your season have been a success?
Absolutely! Especially if I had avoided the bees 🤣 and achieved the other goals I had set out before the season - the ones that were in my control.
 
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