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We climbed down from our shooting nest to the bottom of the snow shoot. This appears to be the easiest path to the elk. We make slow progress up the snow shoot and get into the trees where the elk were bedded. We can really smell them now. There are lots of rubs in the area as well. We hike to where I thought I shot him and look around and there’s nothing. No blood. No elk. We push up a little further into another small opening. Nothing. At this point, thoughts are racing through my head. Did I really see him fall? How can there be no blood? Did I miss him completely? Earlier that day, I had taken a fall onto my back and landed on my rifle. I took the rifle off my pack and inspected it and it looked fine but I was second guessing whether I had bumped the scope or something. My partner suggested we had likely gone too far up the snow shoot and we should have seen something by now. I ranged back to our shooting area and we were right at 350 yards so we were in the right area but it was certainly disheartening to not see anything at this point. My partner thought we should turn back and start slowly tracking for blood. I decided to push up one more time into another small clearing before following my partners guidance. As soon as I got into the clearing…BLOOD! I got blood I yelled at him. He was up higher on the snow shoot in the timber area and he hiked up parallel to me but in the timber. He yelled back, “I have blood here as well”. I replied, “I’ll be up there in a minute, let me catch my breath”. He said “take your time, there’s an elk attached to this blood”. We had found my elk! Thank God! I was really starting to feel sick that I had missed or wounded this animal. What I thought I saw from my shooting perch and what actually happened matched…we just hadn’t gone far enough.