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Greetings MM crowd. My 2016 Hunt Adventure Challenge begins with cutting an Public Land Anterless Elk Tag last January. On Mother?s day I managed to kill my first Turkey (Sorry Mom). I have a 2016 Utah Archery Deer tag and I'm bringing my brother out from California for the Muzzleloader Deer Hunt. Also, I am faced with the age-old June dilemma; Archery Elk in my deer unit OR Muzzleloader Spike Elk? But wait, my 2016 HAC doesn't end with big game. I intend to fulfill the Utah Cutthroat Slam & the annual Upland Slam and eventually the Ultimate Upland Slam. I intend to tell these tales and have some catching up to do?
I'll begin with the Antlerless Elk. I had been wishing for snow as the last day to get it done quickly approached. Finally some snow and with just 3 days left I started seeing the Elk. It was getting late fast so with stiff winter legs I hustled up the mountain. At 500 yards below them and no concealment I set up for the easy shot. With a slow steady squeeze of the trigger I let one fly. I expected that cow, who was completely broadside to crumble but she didn't. Not only that, but the herd, about 10, hardly even reacted. I freaking missed!! So rather than spook them with more shooting I decided to come back the next morning with my dad?s 40 year old Western Field 7mmRemMag because it hadn't been in the field since it was sighted-in and I knew it is accurate and effective. Now all I had to do was get him to let me borrow it?
The next morning found me glassing for my elk, I was getting a sore neck peering through my spotting scope before I relocated them. They were lower in the draw and were feeding back towards where I saw them the night before. So, with trusty gun in hand and a sense of revenge I again hustled my stiff and now fatigued winter legs up the mountain. The elk seemed settled in with a few up feeding, but mostly laying down. Of those laying all I could see was their dark necks sticking up from the snow. At my perch 500 yards out I set up again. I picked a nice cow feeding broadside to the left. When the crosshairs of the VX3 settled on her shoulder I slowly squeezed the trigger like I had been taught as a recruit on Camp Pendleton. When the gun settled and I could see clearly through the scope I saw she was still standing, NOT AGAIN!! Before I could finish saying WHATTHAF? she dropped to her knees and tipped over. It was a sight to see all of the elk jump up when my cow tobogganed down the snow covered hillside. She never got up. The 139gr GMX entered in the center of the near shoulder and out a little higher on the offside shoulder. I field dressed her and filled her with snow knowing I was coming back the next day with friends.
The next morning it was colder and with low clouds. We hiked and found another foot of snow had fallen (knew I should of taken snowshoes). The low clouds made it really hard to find her and the fresh snow didn't help. Finally as I got closer I saw magpies flush and that's when I knew I was close. We boned her out and backtracked our trail. It was a done, we would be enjoying fresh elk tenderloin after all.
[IMG]http://www.monstermuleys.info/photos/user_photos_2016/77492cowelk.jpg
Check back for the exciting story of how I became addicted to turkey hunting.
Greetings MM crowd. My 2016 Hunt Adventure Challenge begins with cutting an Public Land Anterless Elk Tag last January. On Mother?s day I managed to kill my first Turkey (Sorry Mom). I have a 2016 Utah Archery Deer tag and I'm bringing my brother out from California for the Muzzleloader Deer Hunt. Also, I am faced with the age-old June dilemma; Archery Elk in my deer unit OR Muzzleloader Spike Elk? But wait, my 2016 HAC doesn't end with big game. I intend to fulfill the Utah Cutthroat Slam & the annual Upland Slam and eventually the Ultimate Upland Slam. I intend to tell these tales and have some catching up to do?
I'll begin with the Antlerless Elk. I had been wishing for snow as the last day to get it done quickly approached. Finally some snow and with just 3 days left I started seeing the Elk. It was getting late fast so with stiff winter legs I hustled up the mountain. At 500 yards below them and no concealment I set up for the easy shot. With a slow steady squeeze of the trigger I let one fly. I expected that cow, who was completely broadside to crumble but she didn't. Not only that, but the herd, about 10, hardly even reacted. I freaking missed!! So rather than spook them with more shooting I decided to come back the next morning with my dad?s 40 year old Western Field 7mmRemMag because it hadn't been in the field since it was sighted-in and I knew it is accurate and effective. Now all I had to do was get him to let me borrow it?
The next morning found me glassing for my elk, I was getting a sore neck peering through my spotting scope before I relocated them. They were lower in the draw and were feeding back towards where I saw them the night before. So, with trusty gun in hand and a sense of revenge I again hustled my stiff and now fatigued winter legs up the mountain. The elk seemed settled in with a few up feeding, but mostly laying down. Of those laying all I could see was their dark necks sticking up from the snow. At my perch 500 yards out I set up again. I picked a nice cow feeding broadside to the left. When the crosshairs of the VX3 settled on her shoulder I slowly squeezed the trigger like I had been taught as a recruit on Camp Pendleton. When the gun settled and I could see clearly through the scope I saw she was still standing, NOT AGAIN!! Before I could finish saying WHATTHAF? she dropped to her knees and tipped over. It was a sight to see all of the elk jump up when my cow tobogganed down the snow covered hillside. She never got up. The 139gr GMX entered in the center of the near shoulder and out a little higher on the offside shoulder. I field dressed her and filled her with snow knowing I was coming back the next day with friends.
The next morning it was colder and with low clouds. We hiked and found another foot of snow had fallen (knew I should of taken snowshoes). The low clouds made it really hard to find her and the fresh snow didn't help. Finally as I got closer I saw magpies flush and that's when I knew I was close. We boned her out and backtracked our trail. It was a done, we would be enjoying fresh elk tenderloin after all.
[IMG]http://www.monstermuleys.info/photos/user_photos_2016/77492cowelk.jpg
Check back for the exciting story of how I became addicted to turkey hunting.