For the umpteenth season in a row, my elk hunting season had been thrown to the gutters. I was called away for a 6 week course, which had basically blown my entire archery season.
I got back home late Friday night, and after a day of relaxing Saturday, my wife asked me if I wanted to take her hunting on Sunday. I never seemed to have any luck hunting on my own and my elk tags always ended up in the junk drawer at the end of the season, so I figured bringing the wife might bring me a little luck?? I was far from optimistic, but as it was my last kick at the cat to fill my archery elk tag, I figured why not.
We were in the woods for less than 2 hours when we stumbled upon a bull elk having a snooze about 100 yards away. I told the wife to stay put and I would attempt a stalk... somehow. I managed to close the distance to about 50 yards, using a small hill for cover, and when I peeked over the hill, I was quite surprised to see 6 cows/ calves and a smaller bull eating away in the little meadow. The bigger bull had gotten up to eat and was slowly made his way in front of me, and at 45 yards, he put his head down for another mouthfull, which was my chance to draw. At the shot, all hell broke loose and elk were running in every direction, except for the bull I had just shot at, he didn't move. So I sat and watched him for about 20 minutes, and he never moved at all. I knew I had hit him, but seeing as he was still standing after all this time, I figured he wasn't hit well. So I snuck back to the wife and suggested we let him be for the night and I would come back in the morning to take up the chase.
I was on the blood trail bright and early this morning, and had only followed it for about 50 yards before I heard the crows and magpies squawking. I quickly ran up to see all the comotion and found my bull piled up in a bunch of saplings.
He's no monster by any means, but he's my first elk and I'm especially happy that I got it with the bow on a spot and stalk hunt.
The wife (my lucky charm)
Daddy's future hunting buddy