“He’s at 300 yards”, I told him and he dialed it into his scope. We all took our backpacks off and stacked them up for Dave to use as a gun rest. The bull had his back to us so we all patiently waited for it to turn and give Dave a good clean shot. It took a little time, but it was worth it as he finally turned sideways and opened himself up. Todd gave the okay and Dave shot, hitting him right in the shoulder and sending him tumbling down the hill.
When we got to him, we were in awe of the size of an elk up close. He was a 6×7 with a beautiful brown symmetrical rack with white tips that was beyond worthy of mounting. Along the way several people saw him and we heard over and over again about how people hunt their entire lives and never get a shot at an elk that big. Our butcher said that he had killed 16 elk in his life and none had come even close.