After rifle hunting the giant Roosevelt Elk in the Olympic Peninsula region of Washington State for years, with reasonable success, a friend of mine, a local hunting and fishing guide, suggested that if I would like to hunt with him, I would have to switch to archery.
After considering the weather change from rainy, cold November to hunting in sunny T-shirt weather in September, I had to agree it sounded pretty good. Let me tell you, the difference between the number of elk seen in November, and what I have been able to see in September with this guy is unreal. He really knows where those Elk hang out.
This year we happened onto a herd very close to a piece of property owned by Jim, so opening morning, we decided to see if the elk trails leading to the river crossings on his property would be any good. They certainly were!
There was a larger 6 x 7 bull in the herd that we had seen a few days before, but when this guy stepped in front of me, I couldn't resist. My first elk with a bow. Not a trophy rack, but a hunting experience that, no matter how big they get in the future, I will never forget. The quarters, hanging in the cooler, without the tenderloins and back straps were a total of 392 pounds. This was one of the biggest little four points most people who looked at it have ever seen.