We counted down, “3, 2, 1 “, BANG, I saw the bull I shot at blow back a few feet, however he did not drop. The bulls both looked confused. They started running back and forth on the hillside in a switch back motion. This kept the bulls in our line of sight for another minute or so and I proceeded to take 2 more shots at the bull I had first shot. These were shots that I would typically not take, however I knew I had wounded the bull with my first shot and I wanted to get him on the ground. I was unsuccessful in placing the kill shot on my other attempts, so I knew I was in for a tracking session, as both bulls went up and over the saddle and down into a steep bowl.
Once they were out of sight I calmed myself down and called Jesse to have him meet up with us to track the bull. He told me to sit down and wait so we didn’t push the wounded elk deeper into the thick country. Clark and I waited for about 30 minutes before we started after the wounded elk. It was very easy to track him as his blood trail illuminated in the white snow. We tracked the blood trail for about a 1,000 yards until we saw a clump of little pines where there was a huge puddle of blood. As we looked further into the trees we saw the back of the elk and realized he was down.
Clark and I looked at each other and gave a big High Five, thinking it was all over. Right as we finished the high five, the elk jumped up and looked right at us. I threw my gun up and took a quick shot at about 30 yards and saw the elk run down the steep part of the bowl. Then we heard a big crash in the trees below and we knew it was a done deal. As we climbed down the mountain side, there he was- a beautiful 300+ 6 x 6-point bull!