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My hunting year started out with a late season Utah cow hunt. It was January 2nd, and as I readied myself to open the truck door, I noticed it was a balmy -14 degrees at the trailhead. I was able to locate a herd at 600 yards working their way up the ridgeline and hoped that I could get level with them as they fed past. I crossed paths with a decent 6 point and waited until he couldn't see me to continue on the trail.
[IMG]http://www.monstermuleys.info/photos/user_photos_2016/8282420151229082638.jpg
(sorry for the crappy image, phone was frosted over)
Around the following bend was a spike that I spooked. Luckily he took off up and towards me which did not alert the group that I was hoping would still be on the next drainage over. As I approached the ridge where I thought they should be, I calmed myself and began the belly crawl up to a cedar. I located the closest cow at 144 yards, steadied my rifle on a tree and my pack, and waited? there was really nice 6 point standing directly in the path to her vitals! Hopefully I can find him when the general bull season is open!!!
Once he cleared her, I touched off a 150 grain .308 bullet from my late grandfather-in-laws Winchester model 88 and it connected with her perfectly. She took one step and rolled down the mountain. I had to wait for the rest of the group to keep feeding before I celebrated my harvest but boy was I excited! Being able to use that rifle to harvest an elk meant a lot to me, my wife, and my father-in-law (the gun was handed down to him), and it was just an all-around cool experience! In all the excitement I couldn't locate the shell casing, I guess it was so hot that it just melted through the snow. I was able to recover the bullet so I have that momento!
Being that I was solo, it made for a long day but luckily the sun was out and the snow kept her nice and cold.
My hunting year started out with a late season Utah cow hunt. It was January 2nd, and as I readied myself to open the truck door, I noticed it was a balmy -14 degrees at the trailhead. I was able to locate a herd at 600 yards working their way up the ridgeline and hoped that I could get level with them as they fed past. I crossed paths with a decent 6 point and waited until he couldn't see me to continue on the trail.
[IMG]http://www.monstermuleys.info/photos/user_photos_2016/8282420151229082638.jpg
(sorry for the crappy image, phone was frosted over)
Around the following bend was a spike that I spooked. Luckily he took off up and towards me which did not alert the group that I was hoping would still be on the next drainage over. As I approached the ridge where I thought they should be, I calmed myself and began the belly crawl up to a cedar. I located the closest cow at 144 yards, steadied my rifle on a tree and my pack, and waited? there was really nice 6 point standing directly in the path to her vitals! Hopefully I can find him when the general bull season is open!!!
Once he cleared her, I touched off a 150 grain .308 bullet from my late grandfather-in-laws Winchester model 88 and it connected with her perfectly. She took one step and rolled down the mountain. I had to wait for the rest of the group to keep feeding before I celebrated my harvest but boy was I excited! Being able to use that rifle to harvest an elk meant a lot to me, my wife, and my father-in-law (the gun was handed down to him), and it was just an all-around cool experience! In all the excitement I couldn't locate the shell casing, I guess it was so hot that it just melted through the snow. I was able to recover the bullet so I have that momento!
Being that I was solo, it made for a long day but luckily the sun was out and the snow kept her nice and cold.