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Sept.2002, I brought my son Mike back to the mountain, for his first hunt. He's 17 yrs. old, using my Browning stainless stalker2 7 mm magnum w/ a leopold vari - III scope. He got a 6x6 bull 1400 lbs. shot at 170 yds. He gut shot it, I had to finish the job behind the shoulder blade, broke one rib and penetrated the heart. I thought I was going to have a heart attack from the adrenalin rush. Elk are the most regal of all in the deer family what a massive animal.Southwestern Pennsylvania will always
be home to me, even tho we live in the Chicago suburbs now.
[ This Message was edited by: JACK on 2003-01-08 22:41 ]
I hear you there, Bitmasher. I'll never understand how it takes me forever to stumble and curse my way through a stand of alder bushes, but a bull elk with antlers attached can run through them like they're air.
Yeah it is amazing how they will truck right though and make a hell of a racket in the process.
This fall while elk hunting, three guys in our group worked a ridge opposite to my Dad and I in an effort to push the elk around.
While working the ridge the guys pushed out a spike and three cows running at a full sprint ahead of them length wise with the ridge. We didn't get off a shot, but later I asked the three if they saw the elk they were pushing. None of them had, but they did hear them even though the elk were leading them by at least 150-300 yards. They push and break brush/branches aside as they truck through...
Here in Oregon if you hunt the coast range it is as thick of brush as you will ever see. I have seen a bull with 4 cows take off through it, with the bull in the lead he just lays his head back and takes off. The brush parts around the antlers and the cows just tuck in behind. You wouldn't believe they were ever there they go through it so quick.
Yeah it is pretty amazing what they will truck through. Sometimes I have watched groups of elk move quickly on an opposite ridge along a faint trail. Then following on the same trail is a tangled mess of branches for me.
The first deer I shot, way back in 1958, was taken to the local meat shop and processed into steaks, roasts and some burger. Back then in that little Idaho town, when you took a deer into the butcher, you got the same deer back. Unfortunately, times have changed. The last time I took an animal to a butcher, in the mid 60's, I don't have a clue who's meat I got back, but I sure don't think it was mine. I ended up throwing the burger as it stunk the house up every time we...