Dad and I drove the 8 hours up to our hunting area on wednesday night after I finished up my last class of the day back at college and met up with my uncle, who lives in the area and packed in thursday afternoon after having quite a few mishaps, one being dad and I accidentally locking ourselves in a tack shed for over an hour until my aunts mother came over and let us out. LOL. We did manage to ride the 5 or 6 miles into camp that night and as we topped the ridge riding into where we were going to camp the drainage below erupted with bulls bugling! It was heaven we were practically sleeping with the elk that night and sleep was hard to come by that night with bulls sounding off all night outside our tent. The alarm went off that morning and I had no problems getting out of bed as I could hear a bull screaming outside of camp. As light was approaching Dad, My uncle Rod and I decided to slip about 100 to 150 yards outside of camp and hunkered down in some small pines and set up the spotting scope and began trying to locate the bull we'd been listening to all night. Just at first light I looked up on a distant ridge and spotted a small 5 point bull and directed my father and my uncle to where his location was. Not long after cows and this bull began to spill out. Being that im still young and have plenty of years left to chase big bulls I offered my dad to take him, but dad being his usual self elected to pass on him hoping for something bigger. Being I had to get back to school wednesday and I loved the way this bull looked I elected to try and take him. My dad quickly took off his pack and set it down in front of me and I took off my fanny pack in order to steady myself for the shot. When I first got behind the gun dad began giving me ranges. 640 yards dad whispered just as I began to settle in for the shot the bull began to walk towards following a cow. "Wait" my dad said let him keep walking and see if he will close some distance. I backed off but keep him in the scope. Just as the bull began to come towards us the cow veered off and he began moving off into the timber. Crap! I thought. But dad assured me he'd step out again and sure enough the bull steeped out again in a small clearing above about a 30 to 40 foot cliff. "671 yards cole" my dad whispered as I settled in. "Remember, long slow squeeze Cole, make sure everythings perfect" he added. From that moment everything went into autopilot an everything lined up perfect and I held high on the bull's shoulder and touched it off and the 300 ultra mag roared and the 185 berger was on its way. I didnt have time to collect myself and get back on target after the shot because my dad and my uncle were already jumping up and down in excitement. The shot was perfect, hitting the bull right in the front shoulder and dropping him.. yet sent him rolling down a pretty nasty chute. I have yet to tape him yet but im guessing he'll score 315 or so we'll see.