I was hunting 2nd season general, just like I always do because Oregon doesn't want to seem to give me a big bull tag. I hunted hard for 6 days and we knew there were a couple spikes in this herd. We put them to bed that night and planned a hunt in the morning. My dad and uncle went to one ridge, me and another guy went down the opposite ridge. One of us was going to get some shooting. The elk hadn't moved since that night. Me and the other guy were in the perfect position. We watched them feed out of the timber into an opening. I had been practicing and hoping for a 700-800 yard shot all year. The long shot never came, but I'll take a 250 yard shot any day. Jerry let me have the first crack and I clicked my scope up from my 200 yard zero to my 250 yard zero. I held tight on his shoulder and let loose the 200g AB. He dropped at the sound of the shot. Upon inspection, the bullet hit his shoulder and exited the offside leaving a gaping hole and taking half his liver out with it. Could not have asked for better performance.