After almost 10 years of not even getting drawn for a tag I was able to connect on opening morning.



Spotted this guy at just under 900 yards away and had to drop down from the hill we were on and climbed up a small knoll 575 yards from him to be able to get a shot.
At that range the bullet drop of my 7mm STW shooting 160 gr Nosler Accubond bullets was 49.38" inches. I lined up the sights on his heart then raised up about even with his ears and let it fly. After a small flinch he turn straight down hill and ran for it.

I waited about 30 minutes then took off to see if there was any blood. I was still not sure if I hit him or not but I need to find out. The 575 yard shot distance turned into a 900 yard hike. Down one, up another. There I find him piled up under a tree no more than 30 yards from where I hit him. Not a drop of blood on the ground but the shot went through both legs, his lungs and his heart.







The pack out was long and hard, but man did I love every minute of it.

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Nice! What unit?

22N

Good shot, you should be proud.

Nice shot, nice bull.

Awesome.

Always wondered how you get an animal like that out. One piece at a time I guess.

Very nice.
Well done

hey man,

nice shot!

nice shot man.



enjoy your meals!

cow from 7e last year:

Nice shooting, looks like you're in some pretty gnarly country there.

Congrats!  Hell of a shot.

Update.

We went back out last Wednesday after the snow storm and tried looking for one for my dad.

Found him.


He was feeding with a group of 5 other bulls. The top left was the biggest. We watched them for over 30 minutes trying to decide if they were too far away. My dad needs double knee replacement and this time it was just the two of out hunting. We had no help. The elk were feeding on a ridge to hill sides away from us at 740 yards. Finally we decided to give it a go. I calculated the bullet drop and set up the rifle for my dad to take the shot. After the shot the bull only took a few steps, stood there for a minute then fell over. I wasn't even sure the bullet found it's mark, but it did.

I hiked the two ridge lines over to were the bull fell and found him DOA. BTW, lots of fresh bear tracks in the new snow.



This is when I realized I was all alone with a 1200 pound dead animal miles from the nearest road all by myself on a mountain populated with bear and mountain lion. At this point I backed out of there and made a few phone calls to get some help getting the bull out. It was well after dark before we got out of there so hero shots had to wait til the next day.


My 72 year old dad


Me.

My first bull was ready when we dropped off the second so I already have it home and on the wall. My son named him Skully.

Bravo!

Great pics and I enjoyed reading your story. Thanks for sharing.

+1 thanks for posting. Just getting back into hunting myself after 25 years.

Sounds like a great hunt.

Way to go, dad!

Man that's a great hunting story!