Thanks to a few pm's from a member here Critter you know who you are here is a picture of my Utah archery elk.
I took him on the Manti unit in Central Utah. I spotted him from a long ways away and was able to drive my truck to about a 1/2 mile of him before I started my stalk. I was jumping deer all over the place but since I knew where this guy was I wasn't going to ruin it by shooting a deer. Once I got within about 200 yards I took my boots off and put on two pair of heavy wool socks and sprayed down with sent spray. Then the stalk was on. At about 50 yard I started to bump cows but they would only go off a ways and then begin to feed again. The cows were moving uphill so I figured that this bull would be following them so I got behind some trees and waited. Another bull came out at about 30 yards but I couldn't get a shot at him. For some reason it seamed like he knew that I was there but knew that he was safe as long as he kept a few trees between me and him. I was debating on weather or not to go after the first bull when I heard something behind me and lower on the hill comeing towards me. As slow as I could I turned my head around to where I glimpsed a set of antlers coming through the trees right at me. I knew if I turned around for a shot that I would be busted so I waited, those were the longest minutes of my life other than waiting for my first daughter to be born. I had one hope, there was a fir tree between us and if he passed on the other side of it I would have a chance to turn and draw my bow. He did just that. At 10 yards I let the arrow fly and the bull took off. I had no idea if I had hit him or not but I knew that I couldn't miss at that range but did I? I was shaking so bad that I had to sit down for a couple of minutes and then once I regained my composure I walked over to where he had been standing. There was no blood so I thought that I better start looking to see if I could find my arrow. it was laying on the ground andit was covered in blood, now my heart was really racing. I sat down again and decided to wait a hour before I started out trying to track him. That was along houir. I got on his trail and within 10 yards I was seeing lots of blood, I hadn't gone 40 yards and there he was pilled up against a dead tree. If I would of gotten my binoculars out and looked the driection that he had ran I would of seen him but hey, this is my first elk. Now don't laugh but I got out a book that told you how to butcher them in the field and sat down and started to read on how to do it again. By the time that I was finished you couldn't tell what had the most blood on it. Me, the book, or the elk but 6 trips later to my truck I was done. By the way if any of you take your boots off for a stalk hang them in a tree where you can see them. I am going back up there next weekend and see if I can find mine. It was a good thing that I had a pair of tennis shoes at the truck or I would have some real tired feet.