Fellow hunters, I went ahead and purchased an Eastern plains list C either sex tag and headed out to an area me and my elk hunting compadres are getting familiar with on Friday. Didn't see any fresh sign and heard no bugles and made our way to the top of a very rugged and nasty canyon. Decided to try some cow calling just to see if we'd shake anything loose even though we thought our chances were slim to none. My partner hit a few cow calls and about two minutes later as I scanned the canyon I see a brown from about 600 hundred yards down in the canyon and immediately throw my glass on it. Well, with the glass I confirm it's and elk a bull in fact slowly walking our way and exclaim, "I see a bull"!!! My partner, Manuel, gets a bead on him with his glasses right before he walks into trees and we lose sight of him. We felt good in that he was heading to the call that was obvious, but he headed into trees at the bottom slope of the canyon and we couldn't see him any longer. We sneak about ten yards further right to the rim of this canyon behind a cedar tree. I get into a shooting a position and we wait and scan. Took that bull about fifteen minutes to cover about 500 yards, but I knew he was coming as I could hear rocks rolling loose down below in the direction he was headed towards us. My bud, Manuel, was a little worried we might not see him again. He teased me later that I was forcefully telling him, "He's coming, he's coming, I hear him"!
Finally Manuel sounds off, "There he is" and I see this bull below us at what I judged was 200 yards coming around a huge boulder on the rimrock of the canyon. He is facing straight onto us and Manuel says "shoot, shoot". I paste the cross hairs of the 270 I was using on his chest and let one fly. The bull didn't even flinch but instead stood their like a statue looking up in our direction. I work the bolt crank another round at him and miss as I see dirt fly from where the bullet hit. I work the bolt again and as I'm settling the cross hairs He slightly turns to his right giving me a clear shot at his shoulder and I let my third shot fly. We hear the unmistakable whomp of a hit and he starts turning back the way he came and then faces straight down and steps behind some cedars and I then hear rocks rolling and crashing and I know he's going down. We glass to see if we can pick him up again but we see nothing but hear more rocks crash loose and feel good that he's down.
Took us about twenty minutes of descending this huge canyon face and I find him about twenty yards below my last sight of him pinned against a cedar dead as a doornail. We found I hit him in the chest with the first shot and then in the shoulder with my third both giving him fatal hits into the vitals. He was a nice 5x5 bull and I'll tell the 270 fans that caliber impressed the hell outta me with the way it put that bull down with 150 gr bullets. We took pics and then got down to dismantling this bull for pack out. Took that evening and the next day for me, and Manuel's nephew, Josh, to pack that bull outta that canyon. I'm telling you it was darn near suicial ascending that canyon wall, but we did it. I gotta give my primo, Josh, credit, he's in his early twenties and quite an accomplished elk hunter killing his first bull at 12 with a bow. He didn't hesitate to help me pack that bull out of a hell hole and has my undying respect for his toughness and love of elk hunting. My primos, Manuel and Josh, are some hardcore elk hunting nuts and I love hunting with em. Nothing beats elk hunting or hunting period and that was a helluva hunt!