- Banned
- #1
Been hunting elk for 5 years total, 4 years hunting them seriously, the last two years hunting them hard since I relocated to MT. I've had opportunities during both archery season and firearms season every year and I've been consistently getting closer and closer, and I finally connected last weekend on one of my B tags in central MT on a chunk of MT state land! I've still got my general tag and a few weeks left so I still have a chance of getting a bull but I gotta say it just feels good to finally get one!
Story: I had been sitting in a glassing spot where I knew elk funneled most evenings for a few hours before I spot some walking along the next ridgeline over (a few cows, spikes, and a raghorn)...about 450 yards away in some light timber. No shot for me so I make a move to get closer and end up busting them. At this point I have about 1 hour of shooting light so I start hunting my way back towards the truck. I'm walking up to a bend in the a trail and two cows pop out in front of me and run across the trail. They turned and started walking parallel to the trail, but in my direction. I get a shot at about 80 yards and pull the trigger, see the elks back legs kick and they both run off. I head after them and I see them both standing about 100 yards from where I shot and I'm getting ready to shoot again when one of them flops over. I got excited at first...but then she got up and started walking slowly away. I trail her...GREAT blood trail for about 200 yards, where I bump her and she runs off. At this point it's almost dark so no chance of me getting another round in her so I decide to leave her for the night. Come back in the morning, keep following blood for another 400 yards and find her dead in a creek bottom. Took me about 4 hours to cut her up solo, and the rest of the day to pack her out of there (about 3 miles each way)...luckily I've got a buddy who lives a couple hours away and he came and helped with the last load.
Only bummer is one of her back hams had spoiled from leaving her overnight so I lost that entire ham (saved the shank, but that's it). I tried really hard to salvage something from that ham but it just smelled rotten all the way through. I still have a TON of meat though so I'm pretty stoked!
Story: I had been sitting in a glassing spot where I knew elk funneled most evenings for a few hours before I spot some walking along the next ridgeline over (a few cows, spikes, and a raghorn)...about 450 yards away in some light timber. No shot for me so I make a move to get closer and end up busting them. At this point I have about 1 hour of shooting light so I start hunting my way back towards the truck. I'm walking up to a bend in the a trail and two cows pop out in front of me and run across the trail. They turned and started walking parallel to the trail, but in my direction. I get a shot at about 80 yards and pull the trigger, see the elks back legs kick and they both run off. I head after them and I see them both standing about 100 yards from where I shot and I'm getting ready to shoot again when one of them flops over. I got excited at first...but then she got up and started walking slowly away. I trail her...GREAT blood trail for about 200 yards, where I bump her and she runs off. At this point it's almost dark so no chance of me getting another round in her so I decide to leave her for the night. Come back in the morning, keep following blood for another 400 yards and find her dead in a creek bottom. Took me about 4 hours to cut her up solo, and the rest of the day to pack her out of there (about 3 miles each way)...luckily I've got a buddy who lives a couple hours away and he came and helped with the last load.
Only bummer is one of her back hams had spoiled from leaving her overnight so I lost that entire ham (saved the shank, but that's it). I tried really hard to salvage something from that ham but it just smelled rotten all the way through. I still have a TON of meat though so I'm pretty stoked!