“I had taken a moment too long, the bull was quartering quickly away. I knew I couldn’t responsibly take the shot…I had done just enough right to get the chance, and I had done just enough wrong to blow it.”
WARNING- This post is overly detailed. I can’t help myself. But, if you’re interested in spending some time in the off season living a hunt vicariously, then here’s your post. Grab some whiskey, settle in, and I hope you’ll read and enjoy. Also, I posted this on another hunting forum, but just joined here recently and figured I'd share it here too.
I wanted to share my experiences and reflections on my most recent hunt because I selfishly want to hear from people much more experienced than I am about the mistakes I made so that I hopefully can avoid those mistakes the next time.
A little context- I’m pretty novice. I’m only in my 3rd season hunting Elk. I have only hunted public land and always DIY (with lots of help from a knowledgeable/experienced brother who lives 4 states away). I live in the central mountains of Colorado and hunt in the unit where I live. Unfortunately, I’m a school principal and fall is a damn busy time for me, so I hunt hard on weekends and evenings but my time in the field is limited. Also, this was during 2nd season (OTC). I had messed up my tag application and didn't get 1st season, which is my preference.
A buddy from out of town drove in to tag along on opening day with me and we hunted an area where I had scouted the most and saw the most sign. We got on the road around 4am and were solidly in place where I wanted to hunt by about 15 minutes before shooting light- I wished we had gotten up sooner. I’m amazed by how fast those hours on opening morning go. Before we knew it, it was 10:30 and the best window of the day was gone.
We hunted hard all day, moving around quite a bit- spent some midday hours of sneaking through timber, then still hunting through aspens, and sitting on a travel paths in the evening; the most excitement we got was a nice Mulie’s butt as he was stotting away from us.
Opening day was done for. We drank 2 of the little whiskey bottles we brought as we sat for the last hour of the day; they were supposed to be saved for the celebration of my first elk. I made sure to save one for me, hopefully to drink the next day…
My friend had to take off early the next morning and this is where the story get’s a little more exciting. My plan was to go back to where we had hunted the day before but to hunt it in a different way.
I drove to the trailhead in total darkness. As I’m driving the last bit of pavement before it goes to dirt, a weird shape catches my eye in the field to my left. And then another. Didn't seem like moo-cows. I hit the brakes, reversed, and angled my truck to see into the field. I find myself looking at two mature bulls, about 10 and 30 yards off the road respectively. Neither are massive, herd-bull types, but they were both at least big-bodied 5x5, maybe better (I think one was a 6x6).
I immediately marked the spot on my map. I knew they were on private the second I saw them and my map confirmed that, though I wish I had spent a little more time studying the map in that moment. Mistake #1.
I had my plan in place for the day, and seeing a few bulls on private wasn’t enough to shake me off it. I went and hunted the morning, but I kept thinking about those bulls.
Eventually, the thought was pulling me enough to get me to walk out of my morning spot by midday. I went home, studied the map, and made a plan. The private that I saw the bulls on had some public butted up to it, and I suspected that they were bedding up on the public land above it and feeding out onto the private at night. I planned to hike up the backside of the ridge that overlooked the private and hoped to see them getting out of bed from above them.
I bushwhacked through some really steep and nasty stuff (Oakbrush, why are you so evil…?) but finally found my way up to the ridge to a great glassing spot.
I got glassing and only about 5 minutes in, out steps a bull right into my bino view. And then another. And a 3rd. My heart skipped a beat. I realize how novice this sounds (and is), but in my 3 years of elk hunting this was the first time I had even seen elk in the field during the season. I watched them for a short time; they sat down on a little bench on the back of a small knob. I was able to use the topography to pinpoint where they sat down. It was 1.21 miles away. I was well above them on the ridge, but by that time I only had about 55 minutes of legal light left. I was between them and the field of private I saw them on that morning, so if they were on the same program then they should be heading toward me.
I knew they must be moving toward me and I thought I might have just enough time to catch them before shooting light ran out or before they got to the private. Here was the situation on the map:
I was off the ridge and on my way. Huffing fast and hard toward them was such a departure from the way I had been used to walking while hunting- I couldn’t care less about how loud I was being, I just had to cover as much ground as I could and hope that the elk were doing the same thing.
The whole time I’m doing this, I’m exhausted. I had to stop more often than I would have liked- I had come down steep skree initially but then was bushwhacking through oak brusk again and having to side-hill/make up elevation again to stay on the right track. I also had to continually make sure I wasn’t getting too close to the private that was below.
As I’m working along, I keep telling myself over and over- “don’t take a shot you’re not confident in. Don’t take a shot you’re not confident in” and I knew how tired and juiced up my body was. I told myself that I had to have something to rest my gun on for the shot, if I were to get one. “Right now, with the exhaustion and adrenaline, you CANNOT take a free standing shot,” was the definitive thought I had. I wish I hadn’t been so conclusive on that decision in my head at that point, mistake #2.
I stopped to check my map and catch my breath, there were about 15 minutes of shooting light and I still hadn’t come across the bulls. I wasted a few minutes then deciding what to do- should I sit on this little clearing and hope they come to me? Should I keep moving toward them?
After changing my mind a few times, I decided that there just wasn’t the time for me to wait- I had to keep moving toward them.
So, I had a little more than 10 minutes of light. It was now or never. I followed the sage brush road that I inferred they were traveling, which was gently sloping up to a small false ridge above. As I went up toward the ridge, I had my brother’s voice in my head, “SLOW DOWN. GO SLOW WHEN CRESTING. SLOW DOWN.” Especially as I got to the top of the false ridge, I emphasized this in my head.
The wind was PERFECT by the way- I was heading straight into it as it poured downhill.
Welp, I didn’t slow down enough. MAJOR mistake #3. As I crested the ridge, I heard movement first, then I saw the first bull. He saw me and spooked about 15 yards uphill and behind a tree/bush. He then stuck just his head/neck out- it looked just like this (this is my own photoshopped reenactment haha, the bull wasn’t this big but he was sure big enough to have my heart beating a hundred miles a minute):
This is where the whole encounter is a bit of a blur for me, here’s what I think happened: I got my range finder out to get a sure range. I should have just known the shot was within a distance that I didn’t have to do much adjusting up or down because he was close enough, but I felt the need to range anyway. My rangefinder was acting screwy in the low-light and the whole screen was red, but I was able to finally figure that he was a little over 150 yards. (pseudo mistake- I should have had a better feel for the range).
(continued in next post)
WARNING- This post is overly detailed. I can’t help myself. But, if you’re interested in spending some time in the off season living a hunt vicariously, then here’s your post. Grab some whiskey, settle in, and I hope you’ll read and enjoy. Also, I posted this on another hunting forum, but just joined here recently and figured I'd share it here too.
I wanted to share my experiences and reflections on my most recent hunt because I selfishly want to hear from people much more experienced than I am about the mistakes I made so that I hopefully can avoid those mistakes the next time.
A little context- I’m pretty novice. I’m only in my 3rd season hunting Elk. I have only hunted public land and always DIY (with lots of help from a knowledgeable/experienced brother who lives 4 states away). I live in the central mountains of Colorado and hunt in the unit where I live. Unfortunately, I’m a school principal and fall is a damn busy time for me, so I hunt hard on weekends and evenings but my time in the field is limited. Also, this was during 2nd season (OTC). I had messed up my tag application and didn't get 1st season, which is my preference.
A buddy from out of town drove in to tag along on opening day with me and we hunted an area where I had scouted the most and saw the most sign. We got on the road around 4am and were solidly in place where I wanted to hunt by about 15 minutes before shooting light- I wished we had gotten up sooner. I’m amazed by how fast those hours on opening morning go. Before we knew it, it was 10:30 and the best window of the day was gone.
We hunted hard all day, moving around quite a bit- spent some midday hours of sneaking through timber, then still hunting through aspens, and sitting on a travel paths in the evening; the most excitement we got was a nice Mulie’s butt as he was stotting away from us.
Opening day was done for. We drank 2 of the little whiskey bottles we brought as we sat for the last hour of the day; they were supposed to be saved for the celebration of my first elk. I made sure to save one for me, hopefully to drink the next day…
My friend had to take off early the next morning and this is where the story get’s a little more exciting. My plan was to go back to where we had hunted the day before but to hunt it in a different way.
I drove to the trailhead in total darkness. As I’m driving the last bit of pavement before it goes to dirt, a weird shape catches my eye in the field to my left. And then another. Didn't seem like moo-cows. I hit the brakes, reversed, and angled my truck to see into the field. I find myself looking at two mature bulls, about 10 and 30 yards off the road respectively. Neither are massive, herd-bull types, but they were both at least big-bodied 5x5, maybe better (I think one was a 6x6).
I immediately marked the spot on my map. I knew they were on private the second I saw them and my map confirmed that, though I wish I had spent a little more time studying the map in that moment. Mistake #1.
I had my plan in place for the day, and seeing a few bulls on private wasn’t enough to shake me off it. I went and hunted the morning, but I kept thinking about those bulls.
Eventually, the thought was pulling me enough to get me to walk out of my morning spot by midday. I went home, studied the map, and made a plan. The private that I saw the bulls on had some public butted up to it, and I suspected that they were bedding up on the public land above it and feeding out onto the private at night. I planned to hike up the backside of the ridge that overlooked the private and hoped to see them getting out of bed from above them.
I bushwhacked through some really steep and nasty stuff (Oakbrush, why are you so evil…?) but finally found my way up to the ridge to a great glassing spot.
I got glassing and only about 5 minutes in, out steps a bull right into my bino view. And then another. And a 3rd. My heart skipped a beat. I realize how novice this sounds (and is), but in my 3 years of elk hunting this was the first time I had even seen elk in the field during the season. I watched them for a short time; they sat down on a little bench on the back of a small knob. I was able to use the topography to pinpoint where they sat down. It was 1.21 miles away. I was well above them on the ridge, but by that time I only had about 55 minutes of legal light left. I was between them and the field of private I saw them on that morning, so if they were on the same program then they should be heading toward me.
I knew they must be moving toward me and I thought I might have just enough time to catch them before shooting light ran out or before they got to the private. Here was the situation on the map:
I was off the ridge and on my way. Huffing fast and hard toward them was such a departure from the way I had been used to walking while hunting- I couldn’t care less about how loud I was being, I just had to cover as much ground as I could and hope that the elk were doing the same thing.
The whole time I’m doing this, I’m exhausted. I had to stop more often than I would have liked- I had come down steep skree initially but then was bushwhacking through oak brusk again and having to side-hill/make up elevation again to stay on the right track. I also had to continually make sure I wasn’t getting too close to the private that was below.
As I’m working along, I keep telling myself over and over- “don’t take a shot you’re not confident in. Don’t take a shot you’re not confident in” and I knew how tired and juiced up my body was. I told myself that I had to have something to rest my gun on for the shot, if I were to get one. “Right now, with the exhaustion and adrenaline, you CANNOT take a free standing shot,” was the definitive thought I had. I wish I hadn’t been so conclusive on that decision in my head at that point, mistake #2.
I stopped to check my map and catch my breath, there were about 15 minutes of shooting light and I still hadn’t come across the bulls. I wasted a few minutes then deciding what to do- should I sit on this little clearing and hope they come to me? Should I keep moving toward them?
After changing my mind a few times, I decided that there just wasn’t the time for me to wait- I had to keep moving toward them.
So, I had a little more than 10 minutes of light. It was now or never. I followed the sage brush road that I inferred they were traveling, which was gently sloping up to a small false ridge above. As I went up toward the ridge, I had my brother’s voice in my head, “SLOW DOWN. GO SLOW WHEN CRESTING. SLOW DOWN.” Especially as I got to the top of the false ridge, I emphasized this in my head.
The wind was PERFECT by the way- I was heading straight into it as it poured downhill.
Welp, I didn’t slow down enough. MAJOR mistake #3. As I crested the ridge, I heard movement first, then I saw the first bull. He saw me and spooked about 15 yards uphill and behind a tree/bush. He then stuck just his head/neck out- it looked just like this (this is my own photoshopped reenactment haha, the bull wasn’t this big but he was sure big enough to have my heart beating a hundred miles a minute):
This is where the whole encounter is a bit of a blur for me, here’s what I think happened: I got my range finder out to get a sure range. I should have just known the shot was within a distance that I didn’t have to do much adjusting up or down because he was close enough, but I felt the need to range anyway. My rangefinder was acting screwy in the low-light and the whole screen was red, but I was able to finally figure that he was a little over 150 yards. (pseudo mistake- I should have had a better feel for the range).
(continued in next post)