MT4XFore
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Gosh, after reading all these great stories I started thinking about what could I relate, after all, I am no great shakes at writing. Then memories came flooding back and the problem was not the ability to relate the tale, but just what tale to relate! Should I tell of my first deer with my Dad's rifle and how proud he was of me, or perhaps my kids first deer and how proud I was (am) of them. Maybe about the time I shot the hole in my shoe squirrel hunting with my Dad. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif Maybe my first elk, or perhaps my daughter's first elk. Oh, so many wonderful memories came flooding back, and all because you all were nice enough to share. Although this may not be THE most memorable shot, since we are where we are (LRH) I will tell this one.
I had drawn a late season anterless elk permit for the Gardiner area just North of Yellowstone. I took my son with me to act as spotter and helper (read packhorse). I have killed many cows in late season and pretty well knew how to go about being in the right place at the right time. This year was an exception however. The hunts are in two day only allotments and the first day was a bust. So on the second morning, above the Eagle Creek campground we were slogging through knee deep snow and we saw five head on the opposite ridge. After glassing them I bemoaned the fact that they were too far and getting any closer would be impossible under the conditions. Well, my son started with the "heck Dad, I can shoot 'em from here, give me the gun" routine. I knew that without knowing the distance that I shouldn't take the shot, but that danged kid just kept it up until I had HAD it!! I found a large boulder that was up out of the snow, laid my pack across it and looked at the cow in the scope. I was shooting a 7mm Rem Mag with 160gr. X-bullets and a Leupold 4.5 x 14 Vari X III on it. Even on 14 power she sure looked small. I was about to call it off when he started in again. Well that was that, I'll show him!!! I told him to spot in the binoculars and I chose a cow off to the right by herself. She was broadside facing to my right. Not knowing exactly where to hold I decided to put the point of my bottom verticle duplex just under the top of her back. The trigger broke, and when I recovered from the recoil I saw her flinch and drop her head. My son yelled, you got her, but then she turned around , took a couple steps and stood there head drooping. Now she was facing to my left, so I used the same hold and squeezed again. This time I was able to see her crumble into a heap after the shot. Well, to make this long story shorter, a post mortem revealed that my first shot had taked her through the rear hams breaking one hip and exiting the animal. The second shot went through both front shoulders and the bullet was lodged under the off-side skin. My guesstimate for hold had been accurate, but I had failed to account for a breeze that I couldn't feel where I was laying. So I had a successful end to a really ill-advised shot. I will not attempt anything like that again without knowing ALL the variables, but in my defense, all I can say is, It was all MY Son's fault!!!!! She was delicious anyway.
I had drawn a late season anterless elk permit for the Gardiner area just North of Yellowstone. I took my son with me to act as spotter and helper (read packhorse). I have killed many cows in late season and pretty well knew how to go about being in the right place at the right time. This year was an exception however. The hunts are in two day only allotments and the first day was a bust. So on the second morning, above the Eagle Creek campground we were slogging through knee deep snow and we saw five head on the opposite ridge. After glassing them I bemoaned the fact that they were too far and getting any closer would be impossible under the conditions. Well, my son started with the "heck Dad, I can shoot 'em from here, give me the gun" routine. I knew that without knowing the distance that I shouldn't take the shot, but that danged kid just kept it up until I had HAD it!! I found a large boulder that was up out of the snow, laid my pack across it and looked at the cow in the scope. I was shooting a 7mm Rem Mag with 160gr. X-bullets and a Leupold 4.5 x 14 Vari X III on it. Even on 14 power she sure looked small. I was about to call it off when he started in again. Well that was that, I'll show him!!! I told him to spot in the binoculars and I chose a cow off to the right by herself. She was broadside facing to my right. Not knowing exactly where to hold I decided to put the point of my bottom verticle duplex just under the top of her back. The trigger broke, and when I recovered from the recoil I saw her flinch and drop her head. My son yelled, you got her, but then she turned around , took a couple steps and stood there head drooping. Now she was facing to my left, so I used the same hold and squeezed again. This time I was able to see her crumble into a heap after the shot. Well, to make this long story shorter, a post mortem revealed that my first shot had taked her through the rear hams breaking one hip and exiting the animal. The second shot went through both front shoulders and the bullet was lodged under the off-side skin. My guesstimate for hold had been accurate, but I had failed to account for a breeze that I couldn't feel where I was laying. So I had a successful end to a really ill-advised shot. I will not attempt anything like that again without knowing ALL the variables, but in my defense, all I can say is, It was all MY Son's fault!!!!! She was delicious anyway.