59FLH
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I have never killed a game animal that was as big as the one I set out for. Great hunt, great story.
My So Dak Black Hills elk story
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Nice Elk, great season.
PS> If someone is purposely disturbing the hunt, video with our phone. If are out there and they give you their name all the better. Hand the info./ video over to the Division of Wildlife. It would not be shocking to find that person has a history of such activities. Especially if the they're a ways off the beat'in path. Or they are totally lost as that happens but that is pretty obvious situation.
PS> If someone is purposely disturbing the hunt, video with our phone. If are out there and they give you their name all the better. Hand the info./ video over to the Division of Wildlife. It would not be shocking to find that person has a history of such activities. Especially if the they're a ways off the beat'in path. Or they are totally lost as that happens but that is pretty obvious situation.
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WYO300RUM
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Great story , great pics , great hunt, and great bull ! Congratulations! A hard pack out makes it all the better. Good to have some buddies along though. I know... 
He looks like a great bull to me! Never shot anything that big....yet! Great times with good friends! Congrats
NOCO hunter
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It doesn't matter if it makes the book as long as it makes your book. Scores fade, stories and good times with friends and family always survive. Thanks for the great story.
Bob Wright
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That is success in anyone's book. Congrats!
Freaking Awesome, Congrats
The 3 of us took everything in one trip. And I kept basically the whole hide......it was enough. We kept saying to eachother "at least once we get to the top it's flat the rest of the way to the pickup......"....it was in fact up hill the whole way, just felt flat walking in with no extra weightGreat story , great pics , great hunt, and great bull ! Congratulations! A hard pack out makes it all the better. Good to have some buddies along though. I know...
WYO300RUM
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I can relate. Great you had friends and didn't have to cut up in haul out in Griz land. I can't deal with it anymore.The 3 of us took everything in one trip. And I kept basically the whole hide......it was enough. We kept saying to eachother "at least once we get to the top it's flat the rest of the way to the pickup......"....it was in fact up hill the whole way, just felt flat walking in with no extra weight
I've thought an awful lot about that encounter over the past few weeks. I don't really know what the deal was. Not trying to judge a book by its cover but if I had to take a stab at it I would geuss this guy programmed computers for a living and plays dungeon and dragons on the weekend He was a large dude to, I'm talking 450lbs+. Zero things about him said he belonged in the woods. It wasn't cold but it wasn't warm, it was near dark and he was out in a t-shirt, gym shorts, and tennis shoes. He went on by us, there was nothing for him to go to either.
There's no way he knew we were there by sight. The meadow is only visible from a few select peaks and ridges. We had not done any of our own calling at that point. Sure he could have seen our pickup parked out at the atv trail a mile away but, there's no way he could've known where we at in the area. His dog got to us a ways before he did, the dog was literally licking my buddy on the side of the face and the guy seemed genuinely shocked when he finally got up to us and realized there were 3 dudes sitting together under a tree.
But even after saying all of that the whole thing did feel deliberate. But I just dont know how he could have known. Just plain bizarre.
TxHeartShot
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Wasn't the one you wanted, but the one God blessed you with because in His wisdom it was the one you needed.From the second weekend in October.View attachment 405751
Well it was a fun 3 Days spent in the Black Hills with 2 good buddies. Certainly didn't kill the caliber of bull I set out for but man it was a wild ride. It's long but worth the read. I set a goal for the Size of bull I was looking for, but man sometimes the story writes itself, and I'm a suckered for a good story.
Friday we started in an area we knew we wanted to target. Almost immediately we were talking back and forth with a bull. We moved In to a favorable position and things were hot and heavy until we got circled by a cow and busted. The rest of Friday and most of Saturday was spent glassing and exploring. We found plenty of elk just nothing we wanted to pursue.
Saturday late afternoon we were checking out a new area and gained some major elevation. We spent the last hour glassing a massive area and right as we were about to make the long walk back we happened to catch 2 bulls fighting in a meadow. Based on land marks we knew they were between 3 and 4 miles away. Several hours of looking at images on OnX and Google Earth and we were fairly certain we had the meadow found. We decided it would be where we made the final stand on Sunday evening and planned to go back to the area we had found the vocal bull in the first morning hoping to get a look the next morning.
Sunday morning we had excitement on the drive from town as 3 mountain lions bolted accross the road directly in front of us. The rest of Sunday was uneventful and after striking out everywhere else we climbed a different ridge to get another angle on the meadow we wanted to go to and ensure we were headed to the right place. It was time for the final sit of this trip. We pulled up to our parking spot a mile from where we wanted to sit. While we were at the pickup 2 side by sides come down the trail we parked off of. After they left another atv came through from the other direction. We hiked in and confirmed we were in the right spot and found a good shooting location. It was a small meadow that we were able to cover most of from one location. We settled in for the 5 hour sit.
Finally somewhere around 430pm an unexpected bugle cut the silence. We decided not to call and just wait since we knew they used this meadow. We had bugles from 2 different bulls periodically over the next half hour. Then we heard 2 atvs show up somewhere in the distance, based on where the sound came from they were not on a trail. We could hear their entire conversation as they were screaming over the top of their machines idling. They eventually left and everything was quiet again including the elk. We figured the spot was blown out.
Finally about 545 we heard a bugle and a few minutes later another one and so on. We could even hear them moving through the jack pines they were getting closer. This is where this story got crazier.....an Australian Shepard dog shows up first followed by a guy in shorts and tennis shoes apparently just off in the middle of absolute nowhere for a stroll. There were no other trails for miles, no camps, no nothing. He gets right up to us and shouts loud as hell "I hope I'm not messing up your hunt". Just echoed all down the valley, before trying to call his dog off and clapping loud as hell. It's public ground, it is what it is, but of all the things to happen
. I may have thought I was hallucinating him if my buddies hadn't have been there. He came from nowhere....and we never seen him again.
It was time to go for broke we didn't have time for a new spot. We started thrashing the trees and Mat got real aggressive with his calling. Finally a bull bugled and another one and another one. They were back down in the valley though. We just kept up the aggressiveness and eventually they started bugling closer and closer. We could hear them back in the trees, we got up and ran down closer to the next tree line and sat down in the tallest grass we could find. Mat kept up the calling and they bugled every time.
Finally this bull burst through the pines and ran directly up to me staring me down at 30 yards. Bugling in my face. I made a move and got on him, I knew instantly he wasn't really what I was after. In my mind I was weighing the cost of more hotels, fuel, etc. Not to mention more time away from work that was already stressed and family that needs my attention more. The bull had looked long enough and headed out. Mat cow called and stopped him at 130 yards.
Lots of stuff to consider before you pull the trigger on what is quite possibly a once in a lifetime tag. In that moment I decided the fact that we glassed these bulls from 3.89miles away the night before. That we managed to find the right meadow. That 2 of my best friends traveled a combined 16hours one way to be here and help. That the peak "hunters moon" was already rising in the east. That so many things about this spot had gone wrong. That it was the 20 year anniversary of the day my Mom died at an age not much older than I am now. This story outweighed the Size of the bull and I ended it right there.
The 300 PRC and 212 ELDX did their job as he only made it maybe 10 yards.
Something pretty special about quartering and packing out a bull elk under a full moon while his buddies were still in the trees bugling away.
So many people to thank for this one. Most of all Mat and Jeb. They both spent their time and resources to make it happen as much as I did. Mat knew what he was doing on the calls and what to expect from the situations. Jeb was Johnny on the spot with everything I needed. He took most of the pictures I have of the hunt and managed to get the last 2 minutes and the kill on video. My wife held the fort down at home for over 3 days with our wild kids.
Wild times.
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Amen
jstumbaugh
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Awesome story. Great bull
