I shot this bull at 7 AM on Saturday Morning. He was not the biggest bull on the mountain that we saw but I couldn't be happier. This was the funnest hunts I have ever been on. We were in Elk everyday. I shot and missed a bigger bull on Thursday morning, I was just hoping for another shot. Saturday morning we were hiking down the trail that we hiked down every morning and we could hear him bugling in the quakies working his way up to the pines, as it became shooting light we could see 2 cows walking up and over the top to the pines so when they went out of sight we made sure there wasn't any other cows and we went on the back side of the ridge and came up higher on the trail and sat next to a pine tree, about a minute later he walked up and at 85 yards as soon as he stopped I shot and he dropped in his tracks about 10 feet off the trail. That made the pack out a lot easier but it was still 2 miles in and the work began. He is a 6x5
