2007 Elk
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Rammu
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332" Gross
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NWElkHunter
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Nice bulls and definitely not small!!! In OR & WA you could go a lifetime without shooting a bigger bull than either of those. We don't all get to shoot 400 bulls!
overkill
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Thanks for the replies. I was guessing around 290's. I did not cape him because I am not planning on mounting him, too small in my book to mount. Going to keep my fingers crossed for that 360+ bull one day, then I'll get him mounted. The bulls was taken in NM, Unit 16.
BTW, I'm having a hard time finding a tub large enough to submerge his skull for a European mount. A 5 gallon bucket is too small. Any ideas guys? -S.
BTW, I'm having a hard time finding a tub large enough to submerge his skull for a European mount. A 5 gallon bucket is too small. Any ideas guys? -S.
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kmur
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I cut a 55 gallon barrel in half.
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NMHUNTNUTTG
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Both are nice bulls.Congrats to you and your dad , you guys sure did good. As for the skull , you may go to any livestock feed store and ask them for the metal water tubs. They are perfect size for euro elk mounts.....
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UTodd
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Hey nice job Overkill....you and your Dad did very well.
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cohntr6
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310-315" ish
Great 1st bull though!!
Thanks for sharing.
Jeff
Great 1st bull though!!
Thanks for sharing.
Jeff
PleaseDear
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Way nice for both of ya!
295-305 and a dang food looking bull!
Robb
295-305 and a dang food looking bull!
Robb
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Chef
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Way to go! Congrats to you and your Pops! What?! Did you leave your bro and his Jeep at home! LOL Great bulls. Have a Merry Christmas!
overkill
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>Way to go! Congrats to
>you and your Pops!
>What?! Did you leave
>your bro and his Jeep
>at home! LOL
>Great bulls. Have a
>Merry Christmas!
>
>
LOL! My brother passed on a 5x5 on the last day, holding out for a bigger bull. Unfortunately, he did not fill his tag.
>you and your Pops!
>What?! Did you leave
>your bro and his Jeep
>at home! LOL
>Great bulls. Have a
>Merry Christmas!
>
>
LOL! My brother passed on a 5x5 on the last day, holding out for a bigger bull. Unfortunately, he did not fill his tag.
overkill
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LAST EDITED ON Jan-04-08 AT 04:51PM (MST)[p]>>Way to go! Congrats to
>>you and your Pops!
>>What?! Did you leave
>>your bro and his Jeep
>>at home! LOL
>>Great bulls. Have a
>>Merry Christmas!
>>
>>
>
>
>LOL! My brother passed on a
>5x5 on the last day,
>holding out for a bigger
>bull. Unfortunately, he did not
>fill his tag. As for the Jeep, he sold it and we use my truck now.
>>you and your Pops!
>>What?! Did you leave
>>your bro and his Jeep
>>at home! LOL
>>Great bulls. Have a
>>Merry Christmas!
>>
>>
>
>
>LOL! My brother passed on a
>5x5 on the last day,
>holding out for a bigger
>bull. Unfortunately, he did not
>fill his tag. As for the Jeep, he sold it and we use my truck now.
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ktc
Guest
Congrats on some great bulls! Nicely done fellars!
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huntinco
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Super first bulls. Now lets here the story.
Justin Richins
R&K Hunting Company Inc.
www.thehuntingcompany.com
Justin Richins
R&K Hunting Company Inc.
www.thehuntingcompany.com
overkill
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LAST EDITED ON Feb-04-08 AT 03:07PM (MST)[p]Ok I'm not much of a writer, but here it goes...
After driving 19 hours straight to pick up my father and brother in Texas, we load up my truck and headed out for the 7 hour drive to the area we were hunting. Arriving a little after 8am with one day to scout, we dumped all our gear at our campsite, grabbed our optics and cameras and headed out to do some scouting. After 35 minutes of driving around,we ended up overlooking a large open prairie and figure this would be a good place to stop and have a morning snack and answer nature's call. I casually start glassing and immediately picked up 5 elk about 900 yards away to our right. Feeding in the shadows we have a hard time determining if there were any bulls among them, and in less than 1 minute they fed out of sight. No sooner had they left I picked up a large herd about 2.5 miles away, feeding in the prairie, right in the open.
Surprised to see so many elk out late in the morning I whip out my Ziess spotting scope and zeroed in on the herd. The herd was around 30 head with two bulls. The larger bull was a dandy, I guessed around 340. The other bull we guessed to be a little over 300. I took out my video camera and started filming the larger bull and it was then that I realized his size. With this big bull found, we hoped to come back tomorrow morning and get a crack at this bull. We watched them for another 15 minutes and them feed up and over a hillside.
That afternoon we hooked up with our friend Jorge, set up camp and scouted the evening but did not see anything.
The first day of the hunt we split up. My brother and I went to find that bull and my Father and Jorge paired up. With a full tank of gas we headed out on one of the Quads back to the place we found the herd the day before. We glassed and glassed but never found the herd. Using my GPS I planned a route that would take us in a large circle back to camp. Everything was fine until we came across a property line that blocked us from continuing on. 40 miles from camp and with about half a tank of gas left, we were forced to backtrack the way we came in, worried that we would run out of gas because backtracking was a much longer route. After two hours of riding, about 2 miles from camp the Quad started sputtering and we rolled into camp on reserve tank. We eat and caught up with Dad and Jorge. They had hiked their butts off but didn't see Elk. That evening, we put on another 40 miles on the Quads on a "trail" that was anything but a "trail". It was awfully rugged, and we got beatup pretty bad. The only thing that kept us going was that we had heard about some big bulls at the end of this trail. Day one ended without seeing anything.
Day two found my Brother and I riding the Qaud down the main road towards an area that we planned on hunting. I realized that I was driving a bit too fast and told myself to slow down in case we bumped something off the road. Not 40 seconds after I slowed down, I spot group of Elk trotting off to my right. I slammed on the brakes and bailed off. As soon as I jumped off the Quad, I could tell that there was a Bull amongst the herd. I started the ritual of trying to get my gun out (we ratchet strapped them down, I know bad idea) but at the same time wanted to judge the bull with my binoculars. My brother noticed that I was messing around with my binos and yelled at me to get my gun out. With my gun finally out, I ran off the road and to my left to get a better angle of view. There, about 200 yards away I found the Bull standing broadside facing to the left, staring at me. I extend my bipod and sit myself down and get a bead on him. As I judge him in the scope, I can tell he is no monster, but at the same time, I'm thinking that he is a "decent" bull, and how many times am I going to get a good, close shot such as this one? I decide to shoot and start squezzing the trigger as I try and stay on target. At the shot I pick him up surprisingly quick and I can tell he is hit hard. All hell has broken loose as elk scatter in every direction, but the bull is standing there with his head hung low. I jack another one in and try to get another shot off but he starts walking in and out of the timber. I finally pick him up once more and touch off one last time as he walks out of view.
With the bull out of sight I yell to my brother if he sees the him, and after a few anxious moments he yells "he's down!" After realization has kicked in, I fire up the camcorder and filmed our approach to my first Bull Elk (See link below). That evening I accompany my brother and father and end up on that nasty trail from the day before. My father has had enough of the trail and opts to stay with the truck and do a little road hunting in the evening. Seeing nothing as dark approaches, we head on down and meet up with my Dad. As I'm driving the Quad onto the truck my Dad and Brother are talking and soon I find out that he has taken one! It turns out that as he was driving slowly he spotted a glint from a waterhole about 150 yards off the road, so he decides to setup a blind overlooking it. Just before dark, a few cows and a 5x6 bull come in to water. My dad decides to take him. It's now dark and we have a heck of a time finding the downed bull at night. With the Bull found and quartered, we stumble into camp and sit down for dinner, it's now 12am.
Two days later while driving back to camp Jorge spots a 5x6 bull bedded about 70 yards off the road. Two shot's later and the bull is down. On the last day, my brother passes on a smaller 5x5, and that is how our hunt ended. BTW a few of you guys were right on the money scoring my elk, which grosses at 311 4/8.
Here's some video we shot as I approached my Elk.
After driving 19 hours straight to pick up my father and brother in Texas, we load up my truck and headed out for the 7 hour drive to the area we were hunting. Arriving a little after 8am with one day to scout, we dumped all our gear at our campsite, grabbed our optics and cameras and headed out to do some scouting. After 35 minutes of driving around,we ended up overlooking a large open prairie and figure this would be a good place to stop and have a morning snack and answer nature's call. I casually start glassing and immediately picked up 5 elk about 900 yards away to our right. Feeding in the shadows we have a hard time determining if there were any bulls among them, and in less than 1 minute they fed out of sight. No sooner had they left I picked up a large herd about 2.5 miles away, feeding in the prairie, right in the open.
Surprised to see so many elk out late in the morning I whip out my Ziess spotting scope and zeroed in on the herd. The herd was around 30 head with two bulls. The larger bull was a dandy, I guessed around 340. The other bull we guessed to be a little over 300. I took out my video camera and started filming the larger bull and it was then that I realized his size. With this big bull found, we hoped to come back tomorrow morning and get a crack at this bull. We watched them for another 15 minutes and them feed up and over a hillside.
That afternoon we hooked up with our friend Jorge, set up camp and scouted the evening but did not see anything.
The first day of the hunt we split up. My brother and I went to find that bull and my Father and Jorge paired up. With a full tank of gas we headed out on one of the Quads back to the place we found the herd the day before. We glassed and glassed but never found the herd. Using my GPS I planned a route that would take us in a large circle back to camp. Everything was fine until we came across a property line that blocked us from continuing on. 40 miles from camp and with about half a tank of gas left, we were forced to backtrack the way we came in, worried that we would run out of gas because backtracking was a much longer route. After two hours of riding, about 2 miles from camp the Quad started sputtering and we rolled into camp on reserve tank. We eat and caught up with Dad and Jorge. They had hiked their butts off but didn't see Elk. That evening, we put on another 40 miles on the Quads on a "trail" that was anything but a "trail". It was awfully rugged, and we got beatup pretty bad. The only thing that kept us going was that we had heard about some big bulls at the end of this trail. Day one ended without seeing anything.
Day two found my Brother and I riding the Qaud down the main road towards an area that we planned on hunting. I realized that I was driving a bit too fast and told myself to slow down in case we bumped something off the road. Not 40 seconds after I slowed down, I spot group of Elk trotting off to my right. I slammed on the brakes and bailed off. As soon as I jumped off the Quad, I could tell that there was a Bull amongst the herd. I started the ritual of trying to get my gun out (we ratchet strapped them down, I know bad idea) but at the same time wanted to judge the bull with my binoculars. My brother noticed that I was messing around with my binos and yelled at me to get my gun out. With my gun finally out, I ran off the road and to my left to get a better angle of view. There, about 200 yards away I found the Bull standing broadside facing to the left, staring at me. I extend my bipod and sit myself down and get a bead on him. As I judge him in the scope, I can tell he is no monster, but at the same time, I'm thinking that he is a "decent" bull, and how many times am I going to get a good, close shot such as this one? I decide to shoot and start squezzing the trigger as I try and stay on target. At the shot I pick him up surprisingly quick and I can tell he is hit hard. All hell has broken loose as elk scatter in every direction, but the bull is standing there with his head hung low. I jack another one in and try to get another shot off but he starts walking in and out of the timber. I finally pick him up once more and touch off one last time as he walks out of view.
With the bull out of sight I yell to my brother if he sees the him, and after a few anxious moments he yells "he's down!" After realization has kicked in, I fire up the camcorder and filmed our approach to my first Bull Elk (See link below). That evening I accompany my brother and father and end up on that nasty trail from the day before. My father has had enough of the trail and opts to stay with the truck and do a little road hunting in the evening. Seeing nothing as dark approaches, we head on down and meet up with my Dad. As I'm driving the Quad onto the truck my Dad and Brother are talking and soon I find out that he has taken one! It turns out that as he was driving slowly he spotted a glint from a waterhole about 150 yards off the road, so he decides to setup a blind overlooking it. Just before dark, a few cows and a 5x6 bull come in to water. My dad decides to take him. It's now dark and we have a heck of a time finding the downed bull at night. With the Bull found and quartered, we stumble into camp and sit down for dinner, it's now 12am.
Two days later while driving back to camp Jorge spots a 5x6 bull bedded about 70 yards off the road. Two shot's later and the bull is down. On the last day, my brother passes on a smaller 5x5, and that is how our hunt ended. BTW a few of you guys were right on the money scoring my elk, which grosses at 311 4/8.
Here's some video we shot as I approached my Elk.
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