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My archery elk tag has gone unfilled, but I had a blast. Two bulls screaming at us and elk spotted on day one. Day two started out with a 200 yard stalk through open fields, it was a close enough thing that I drew my bow and could hear the steps of a pair of cows 15 feet away on the other side of a thick clump of bush. We had calling every morning, and got circled several times, but the bulls weren’t quite in the mood yet and only wanted to talk. Made a last ditch effort the final weekend, and Saturday night we had a bull right pissed at us, he was answering every call and smashing trees just 40 or 50 yards off the cut line we were on. He holed up in a spruce bluff my partner was familiar with, so we snuck out of the woods with a little daylight left to try and put the sneak on him first thing in the AM. One of those wild hunts ensued, with the bull sleeping in until 9:00, much running around, so much bugling in all directions I didn’t even know what the hell was happening anymore, and culminating with me at full draw less than ten yards from a cow that decided to stop exactly behind a 12” poplar. The calf she was with spotted me seconds later (felt like an hour) and they spun and picked a new line through the trees. Then a good sized spike bull crashed through thirty yards to the right while I still had the bow pulled, but no shot. Fun times.
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I did get to dress like a slightly chubby ninja though.
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The friend who was gracious enough to let us hunt his place and show us some honey holes on the surrounding crown led his wife to this beauty on day two of the landowner hunt. She laid him out at 400 yards, her first bull.