My season has ended with meet for the freezer. Opening day found me hiking about 15 miles, seeing a few cows and busting a herd in the thick stuff. Having never hunted here, I realized that without prior knowledge of the unit, any bull that found itself in my crosshairs would be good enough for me. On the second day of season, I started at daylight hiking up through the steep stuff, with some heavy timber and some small opening here and there. After about 3/4 of a mile and 800 vertical feet I noticed a funny color on the hill above me through some small trees. It was a bull, so I immediately put 2 shots through the ribs and he changed direction then tipped over. I got my Dad on the radio and he was able to hike up to where I was and snap some pictures and help with getting the elk back to the truck. The place he tipped over made for some great pictures.
