I finished my elk hunt on Saturday, December 21st. I got my bull, the first day of the season at 8:30am. I'd been preparing since I found out I drew the tag in July. My failing hip and concern about the rain and wet muddy roads, and marooned trucks was sure was on my mind. I didn't want to come home empty handed. My good friend would help for 3 days. First Sat hunted a great location on foot along a river. Jumped a shooter bull like he was a rabbit. He ran off, and we cow called him back closer. Wasn't really the bull I was looking for, but didn't want to pass. He REALLY wanted to go into the river valley. He moved out a 1/4 mile in front of us as we walked along the edge of river for cover. Then he came in to the river, broadside at 130 yes. My shot was a little high and forward a bit in the neck. I'd practiced on elk targets and for some reason tended to shoot too forward in the neck. My friend said I'd missed. The bull now came towards us to the river. I loaded another shot, and to my horror about 20 grains of powder were stuck on the inside of the tube. 20 grains of bh209 out of 115 grains. I got to my senses, thinking I'm 50 yds, the gun will go boom. That's what I did and he crashed. I'm sure he was mortally wounded on first shot. Neither shot exited the elk. We recovered one bullet, a 290 grain Barnes TMZ sabot and it was perfectly mushroomed. I texted the biologist and he let me drive my truck off road right up to the elk. We pulled it up to a berm, so it would be easier to load into the truck, which we did. Heck of a hunt, and I was so lucky to have help. As it turned out my hip acted up as I was gutting it. I stood up and almost fell into the gut pile, just missed it. My hip acts up if I'm sitting down or kneeling sometimes. So blessed to have it work out so well. Couldn't be happier. I'm afraid I'm going to get my hip replaced sooner than later. Cheers Bill
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