It's still a little slow around here and it seems most on here are a little shy when it comes to pictures. Lets see some pictures of your first elk and maybe a little story.
My first elk I took when I was 18 and it was the second most exciting elk hunt I have ever been on. Opening day of first rifle season (1988) and I was sitting watching where two canyons came together. All morning in the canyon south of me it sounded like world war three going on. Being a young impatient hunter I couldn't take it anymore, around 9:00 a.m. I got up from my spot and took three steps to head towards the shooting, when I heard rocks moving on the other side of the canyon I was just watching. When I turned around I saw this huge bull start coming off the top, I pulled up my rifle and got him in the scope when all of a sudden I heard three quick shots and the bull dropped out of my scope. I could not believe it, there was this 72 year old man from Florida getting up out of the sage brush, where he had been sitting all morning. I walked down to him and we went to look at the bull, it was a 7x8 that ended up grossing 383". I was sick !
The second morning I was watching the same two canyons, but sitting in a different spot. Nothing was moving pretty much all morning and hardly any shooting going on. I sat there all morning telling myself to stay and not move, one of the hardest things I have ever done. Around 10:30 a.m. a couple of guys on atv's came cruising by on the road in the bottom of the biggest canyon. I watched them go by and when it got to where I could just barely here them this 4 point bull snuck out of the quakey pocket under me, went across the road and started up the other side. I waited for him to stop I put my crosshairs on him and I could not believe how bad I was shacking. I waited for the crosshairs to settle (or so I thought ) and pulled the trigger. He went right down and rolled down the side of the of the canyon, I could her him kicking around down in the quakeys. All of a sudden I seen him standing in the middle of the road and I lost it. I started shooting, after about the fourth shot I couldn't understand why I was not hitting him when I realized I was looking at his antlers and not putting the crosshairs on his body. I brought the crosshairs down and hit him right in the top of the back and he went back down, I ran down there as fast as I could and shot him again just to make sure he was done. As I was taking care of the bull the guys on the atv's came back by, what horrible looks I recieved as they road by. Truely awesome and I was hooked forever !
Here he is