Ghostmoney
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Took my wife on her first hunt in eastern Oregon over thanksgiving for cow elk. The first day we glassed a herd of about 50 elk 900 yards away. We dropped into the next canyon over from where the elk were bedded and worked our way towards them. In the bottom of the canyon we jumped four cow elk with the lead cow stopping broadside about 150 yards away downhill. I waited for my wife to shoot, but she never shot and the elk started moving again (afterwards I found out she was distracted by the heard of 50 elk coming over the ridgeline towards us.) The last elk was a smaller elk and I picked a spot before it would disappear into the treeline to wait for my wife to get a shot, but she never took a shot so when it got to that spot I put one behind the shoulder. After it dropped we watched the herd move down into the canyon and never was able to get her a good shot. She enjoyed getting to watch a herd that large and see some big bulls though.
Luckily it was a smaller elk as it took 5 hours to get it back out of the canyon.
The next day we made our way back to the same canyon and glassed four cow elk feeding on a ridgeline. We again circled around the next canyon and hiked down and then began slowly working our way to where they were feeding. When we got close to cresting the ridgeline to where the elk should be feeding I double checked she knew where to shoot the elk, to wait for a broadside shot and to not stop shooting until the elk was down.
I was behind her a few feet when she crested the ridge and was just about to whisper for her to pause so I could get there and help spot the elk, when she pulled her rifle up and fired a shot. I quickly ran to the crest of the ridge in time to see about 50 elk jump up and run up the ridge line about 100 yards away. I asked if she was able to take a good shot and she said she had seen one bedded down and pulled her rifle up and when she did it stood up and she held right on the should and shot. She felt confident in the shot and we headed down the ridge to where the elk had been standing, we walked 10 yards before I could see the elk laying dead in the spot it had been standing. She had put the shot perfectly and dropped the elk in its tracks.
Here she is packing out 75lbs of her Elk 8 1/2 months pregnant. I am a pretty proud husband! She is now hooked and planning next years trip
Luckily it was a smaller elk as it took 5 hours to get it back out of the canyon.
The next day we made our way back to the same canyon and glassed four cow elk feeding on a ridgeline. We again circled around the next canyon and hiked down and then began slowly working our way to where they were feeding. When we got close to cresting the ridgeline to where the elk should be feeding I double checked she knew where to shoot the elk, to wait for a broadside shot and to not stop shooting until the elk was down.
I was behind her a few feet when she crested the ridge and was just about to whisper for her to pause so I could get there and help spot the elk, when she pulled her rifle up and fired a shot. I quickly ran to the crest of the ridge in time to see about 50 elk jump up and run up the ridge line about 100 yards away. I asked if she was able to take a good shot and she said she had seen one bedded down and pulled her rifle up and when she did it stood up and she held right on the should and shot. She felt confident in the shot and we headed down the ridge to where the elk had been standing, we walked 10 yards before I could see the elk laying dead in the spot it had been standing. She had put the shot perfectly and dropped the elk in its tracks.
Here she is packing out 75lbs of her Elk 8 1/2 months pregnant. I am a pretty proud husband! She is now hooked and planning next years trip
