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Lil-Rokslider
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- Jan 1, 2021
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I spent the morning climbing 1500ft to a high basin meadow where I had spotted the heard of elk the day before. When I got there I posted up and sat really still in a cluster of burned stumps next to the edge of a north facing slope with a fabulous bench just down slope.
No elk had been calling all week. So I sit, wait, and glass. After about 3 hours a good 6x6 comes out silently from the bench into the meadow. I range him at 45 yards.
I had missed a 30 yard shot off of an unseen branch two days earlier, so I have it in my mind to make a really well executed and deliberate shot. With this in mind I draw back and split my 40 and 50 pins right over where the off side leg joins his chest. The arrow flies, I hear the low pitch thump as it lands, and then the elk jumps then runs.
I stop him 50 yards later with a cow call, then he slowly meanders back into the timber towards the bench.
Now I wait. No crash. No calls. Just silence. Same as before.
As evening approaches I get up to start tracking. I go to where he stood, and tracks are easily visible. I see where he spun, I see where he stopped and stood. But there is no blood. I follow 500 yards down into the bench, still not blood. I go back to the shot location, and find my arrow in the dirt 70yards behind where he stood. No blood on the arrow. No blood on the ground. No elk to be seen.
I play that scene over and over in my head trying to figure out how all of this happened.
No elk had been calling all week. So I sit, wait, and glass. After about 3 hours a good 6x6 comes out silently from the bench into the meadow. I range him at 45 yards.
I had missed a 30 yard shot off of an unseen branch two days earlier, so I have it in my mind to make a really well executed and deliberate shot. With this in mind I draw back and split my 40 and 50 pins right over where the off side leg joins his chest. The arrow flies, I hear the low pitch thump as it lands, and then the elk jumps then runs.
I stop him 50 yards later with a cow call, then he slowly meanders back into the timber towards the bench.
Now I wait. No crash. No calls. Just silence. Same as before.
As evening approaches I get up to start tracking. I go to where he stood, and tracks are easily visible. I see where he spun, I see where he stopped and stood. But there is no blood. I follow 500 yards down into the bench, still not blood. I go back to the shot location, and find my arrow in the dirt 70yards behind where he stood. No blood on the arrow. No blood on the ground. No elk to be seen.
I play that scene over and over in my head trying to figure out how all of this happened.