This year construction projects at home conspired to delay my hunt and I lost the first six days of the season. I finally got to my camp site in the Flat Tops region and was out before dawn on Friday. I climbed the mountain, over the top and into some aspen parks, then slowly ventured down into the dark spruce-fir timber. Before long I spotted a brown patch and brought up the binoculars. Sure enough, it was a bull elk laying in his bed looking my direction, and I could count four points on his left side. In a second or two he would bust out and be gone so I took the quick offhand shot. The 180 gr. Nosler Partition cleaved his heart and went through the lungs. Still, he stood, walked 27 yards and collapsed down an embankment.
I made the shot from 47 yards. Remarkably, where I shot him in his bed was 24 yards from where my 2016 cow elk was downed. I shot the cow at 27 yards on the first day of season last year. Both times, had I not been using binoculars while moving through the woods, those elk would have been gone before I could get a shot, or even a view. I love hunting the dark timber because it's so elky and pungent. The forest is so thick it's not easy to get close enough for a shot but when you do, it sure is gratifying. Oh yea, I'm one lucky son of a gun.
I camp near an outfitter and usually hire them to pack out my elk. Much easier, and better than letting a bear get to it. Saturday morning, Cole had horses and mules ready to go and we had the animal back in camp by noon. I drove home and got the meat in the refrigerator before dark. Now the butchering begins....
