I ended up deciding to buy an elk tag... now I really have no freezer space! The group consisted of my dad, my brother, one of my childhood friends, me and my dad's uncle and cousin who are from Michigan. This is the first time that our camp has ever harbored a non-resident. It was neat watching their reactions as they went through the elk hunting experience.
Me and my brother got our bulls on opening morning. I promise I wasn't trying to shoot the world's smallest raghorn but I was hunting thick timber and was able to call in a 6x6 and this little guy. I don't know what the 6x6 told this little bugger but he took the fall for the bigger bull.
My dad quit hunting after me and my bro got our bulls down (freezer space dillemma) and started guiding the Michigan boys. He then got them on a group of 6 bulls and the video that came out of it is rediculous. Let's just say that the Michigan boys got a strong case of elk fever! A bull did go down but there was a much better bull in the group. If my dad had his rifle with him I'm confident that the 6x5 would have hit the ground. The other guy who didn't fill his tag had opportunities but everything from coyotes to frozen trigger mechanisms kept him from shooting. He just wasn't meant to kill a bull this year... or any year for that matter. He wants to write a book entitled, Bucked Up: Confessions of a Failed Elk Hunter. haha
Temps were cold and we got a hefty amount of snow... LIFE WAS GOOD FOR AN ELK HUNTER!
I'll post a pic of my bro's bull after he sends me one but it was a raghorn too. Lots of great meat was hanging on the pole though!