First Elk hunt... it was an adventure.

rodney482

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Lessons learned.... not going to pile on. I was in Wy elk hunting the same time, the pressure/weather threw us a curveball.
-26 Windchill is no joke.
*In this photo we were just glassing our unit from 3 miles away. That is why no orange. ** Had all my clothes on
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ChrisAU

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Just ran a calculation to check, guess the 6.5CM is slower than I thought is all, looks like that’s normal and correct. Sorry for questioning that!
 

406unltd

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100 yard or 200 yard zero?

That 1.1 mil correction is for 285 yards with a 100 yard zero.
100 yard or 200 yard zero?

That 1.1 mil correction is for 285 yards with a 100 yard zero.
300wsm
200 zero - .5 mils for 300yds
100 zero- .8 mil

My 308
100 yard or 200 yard zero?

That 1.1 mil correction is for 285 yards with a 100 yard zero.
200
My 308 would be 1.2 mils for 285 with 100zero. Super slow though at under 2600
 
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300wsm
200 zero - .5 mils for 300yds
100 zero- .8 mil

My 308

200
My 308 would be 1.2 mils for 285 with 100zero. Super slow though at under 2600

I’m sorry 1.1 for 300, 1.0 for 285. I must’ve rounded up to 300 in the heat of the moment. Either .1 mil shouldn’t matter much at that distance on game that size.
 

amassi

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1-Leave your partner where you shot from, they can hand signal you to where you both agree the shot was.

2- before you leave where you shot, range your target and shoot an azimuth with your compass. When you think your in the right area shoot a back azimuth. The compass dont lie. This is especially useful for "long range" but could have made your trip over more fruitful as even a 10* error has you walking in the wrong area and potentially following the wrong tracks .

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So after a successful Montana Antelope hunt last year as my first wester hunt I knew I had to go after elk this year. Not to mention there is a baby on the way and a deployment looming, this year was the year. I was lucky at snagging a leftover Montana elk combo tag after not drawing a general combo. Likewise my hunting partner drew a 399-00 tag.

After much research we decided to hunt the SW portion of the state. Now I won’t mention the district we were in, but given the experience we had I don’t think we are letting the cat out of the bag, as I’m pretty sure half the state hunts there anyway. I knew there would be pressure as this is a popular district, but I’m from Ohio, no way this could rival public land where I’m from, right?

We pulled up to the trailhead to what should’ve been the first clue... probably at least 20 trucks and horse trailers. I was disappointed, but I figured it’s big country, get a few miles in we will be fine. Our plan was to get about 3 miles into this roadless basin, set up a spike camp and hunt from there. We got there Thursday night, hiked in Friday morning and set up camp. Right after setting up camp we heard chainsaws and voices... despite how far we walked an outfitter was set up with a horse camp only a few hundred yards away.:(

Weather was what we expected, low 40s during the day, 20s at night. During our afternoon scouting we spotted a herd about 1000 ft above us and 1.5 miles away, just below the tree line. We decided they were a little to far/steep to try to hit the next morning, but we kept them in mind. We wanted to hunt the open hillside just above us where we saw lots of tracks, as it was right near our camp and seemed like a good ambush site for elk moving due to pressure.

Opening morning was slightly foggy, and pressure was as expected. Multiple hunters and horses were seen despite our distance from the road. No elk were seen. We decided to go back to camp, get lunch, and head out and try to find the herd we spotted yesterday.

Now, previously we had discussed not shooting elk at dusk, mainly due to grizzly bear concerns... we also decided to leave our sleeping bags and pads at camp, expecting we wouldn’t be that far away. Both of those became huge lessons learned as the evening progressed.

We made it back to our previous glassing location, and though it wasn’t surprising, we were disappointed to not find any sign of the herd we located the night before. We decided to push deeper into the basin and continue glassing. Finally, about 1.5 miles from camp, we located a handful of cows another half mile away and 500 ft above us. It was about 3:30 pm at this point. About 25 degrees or so. We hurried up the mountain to put on a stalk... the wind was good. We had terrain and timber in place to mask our movement. We spotted an open cow... 500 yards. Despite being an experienced long range shooter, I passed on the shot. I wasn’t taking a chance on opening day, especially on a cow. We descended through a timber stand to cut the final 200 yards, doing our best to stay quiet. Finally we made it to the edge of the timber. I had an open shot on a cow at 285 yards. I offered it to my partner as he had the cow tag and I had an either sex tag, but he insisted I take it.

I placed my pack on a downed log and rested my rifle across it. I dialed 1.1 mils according to my dope chart. I had a solid rest, I was steady. I placed the crosshairs behind the shoulder of a standing, still, broadside cow in the timber clearing and slowly squeezed the trigger. The suppressed rifle jolted, the cow jumped as if the hit was solid. I followed her through the timber, and despite not the best view it appeared as though she toppled over.

I was elated. I knew I just killed an elk. I was as confident as I have ever been that I made a good shot. I hurried and threw on my pack. It was almost 5 pm. We would be fighting daylight to get this thing cut up and hung. I was also starting to realize I made a big mistake in my rush to stalk an animal... in my haste I failed to remove my warming layers I had on to glass. I felt slightly dehydrated and I was starting to shiver. Oh well, I just killed an elk, I’ll deal, or so I thought.

The 285 yard trip to that hillside was slow going, across a scree field and up an extremely steep embankment. It probably took us close to a half hour. Finally we made it up to the clearing where I had seen the elk. I saw tracks. There was fresh snow. Cool, a little looking around and we will find blood, and then the elk.

My excitement turned to surprise, then worry, then disappointment. What... the... f$ck... where is the blood!? I knew I hit that elk... I was solid. I didn’t flinch. I’ve done enough hunting, and enough shooting that I know when I make good or bad shots. This was a good shot, as good as any I remembered. I laser back to the treeline... 285. Am I in the right spot? It looked like it, and nothing left or right of me looked like what I saw through the scope. I circled around the area the best I could. I followed the tracks. Nothing. The light was fading fast, and the temperature was plummeting. I went to take a swig of what little water I had... it was frozen. I was starting to really get cold. My mouth my dry. We had 2 miles through rough terrain to get back to our camp, and almost a half mile to any flowing water. I looked at my thermometer on my chest rig... 0 degrees. The wind had picked up. As much as it killed me, we had to get back to camp. Now. This was no longer about finding an elk, this is about not freezing to death at 9000 ft 5 miles from any road. I wasn’t just shivering anymore, I was slurring my words and starting to get a bit confused.

I was pissed. Pissed I couldn’t find the elk. Pissed I hadn’t topped off my water at the last stream crossing and put it in my bag rather than on my pack belt. Pissed I didn’t take the 2 minutes to doff my warming layers when I saw the elk. These are things I know better than to do, but judgement seems to go out the window when all you have thought about for the past year are in your view. The hike back to camp was treacherous, we cut through the thick lower timber with almost two feet of snow. It was slow going via headlamp. I’m fairly certain we saw grizzly tracks. We stopped at a point to start a fire and get warm, maybe melt some snow to drink. It didn’t help much as far as warmth and melting snow was an inefficient way to get any water. We pressed on back to camp.

We got the stove going and I crawled in my bag. Coming out I thought I was overkill with a 0 degree bag. Little did I know we would choose the week with record low temps. I made the mistake of not stripping my wet base layers in my urgency to get warm. The bag got slightly damp. It was a long cold night.

We woke up and debated heading back to look more. But no blood last night, fresh snow, and the thought of that hike made the idea untenable. Even if we made it back there, the chance of finding anything now was slim to none, and even if we did find her, she might have a Grizzly feasting on her. At the time I chalked it up to a miss, as unlikely as it seemed. Looking back now in full hindsight we might have gotten slightly disoriented crossing the scree field and somehow ended up in the wrong clearing. The thought of that makes me feel even worse than a clean miss, but it’s the most logical outcome IMO. Either way, it might have been a blessing, as we probably would’ve been in much worse shape had we been forced to stay on that mountain longer and quarter an elk while we were wet and cold.

The rest of the trip we didn’t see much. We hiked out that night, got a hotel, dried about and regrouped. The temps remained frigid throughout the rest of the week... We did manage to get a free night at a hunting lodge the night it was -15. The owner saw us setting up camp and felt bad for us I think... we were grateful.

Between the temps, the terrain, and the lack of elk we were spent by the end of the week. My parter was a special forces operator in a previous life, and according to him “elk are a worthy ******* adversary.”

We did manage to fill our region 7 mule B tags on the way home, so at least we’ve got meat in the freezer.

Lessons learned...

Temp management. I knew better after a decade in the military, but start out hiking cold.

I’m taking my bag/pad and tarp everywhere next time. Not just for “putting them to bed”, but for survival.
Had I had that stuff with me when I shot, I’d maybe have elk meat in the freezer.

A solid partner is worth more than gold.

Im probably not hunting a Montana general district anytime soon again. The pressure we dealt with for the money we spent wasn’t worth it. I’ll hunt a Wyoming limited cow tag well before I’ll do a general Montana tag again.

Oh, and I can’t wait to elk hunt again.;)

ETA please see some clarification on why we didn’t return to the area to search more on page two. I can get why there is some criticism based off the OP, but as always there is a bit more to the situation.
Sounds about right! The long wait to only get beat in pretty much every aspect! We keep coming back to do it again in search of that 5 minutes of shear panic! Gotta love it.
 

beginner

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I am glad you and your partner got home safely. Looking back on a hunt is like playing Monday Quarterback. The if and buts of a hunt will stay with you for years to come. Try to focus on the good things of your experience.
 

Trox416

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Anyone hunting the Montana opener this year at high elevation can attest that the conditions were terrible. We got two elk on the ground on the opener and had to leave them quartered and bagged in the woods for a week due to snow. It was bad news bears, and areas that would normally be a day hunt certainly could've killed someone for a few days there. If this forum is truly about learning, then this is a killer lesson in the gut wrenching decisions that you'll make at some point as a hunter. It doesn't sit right, and it shouldn't, but it might be ok, and that's how you grow. Good post. Learn, grow, and try to do better in the future, if there was anything to have been done better at all. Glad I read this.
 
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Anyone hunting the Montana opener this year at high elevation can attest that the conditions were terrible. We got two elk on the ground on the opener and had to leave them quartered and bagged in the woods for a week due to snow. It was bad news bears, and areas that would normally be a day hunt certainly could've killed someone for a few days there. If this forum is truly about learning, then this is a killer lesson in the gut wrenching decisions that you'll make at some point as a hunter. It doesn't sit right, and it shouldn't, but it might be ok, and that's how you grow. Good post. Learn, grow, and try to do better in the future, if there was anything to have been done better at all. Glad I read this.

Thanks. I could’ve made the reason we didn’t go back and look in the morning a bit more clear in the OP, but this forum has a 10k character limit and I was trying to keep it brief. Obviously you were there and can attest to the conditions.

We could hunt the next 20 years and never get forced into that same crap sandwich scenario; a possibility hit animal giving zero sign, trying to track in fading light 2 miles from camp and 5 from the truck, with wet layers and a -30 degree change in temps, along with subzero temps that would persist for the next several days.

But we were, right out of the damn gate. Mother Nature doesn’t give a shit it’s your first elk hunt. Be prepared, make smart decisions, and take a deep breath and evaluate where you are at and what you are doing in the heat of the moment.
 
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