OH THE STORY I FORGOT MY BAD HERE GOES
It was a cold october morning on my families ranch while my brother dad and i sat in early twighlight waiting for light to come. My brother and both pulling multi season elk tags this was our first trip out with a muzzle load usually stick with a bow. It wasn't long before we heard a bull bugling nothin like the faint scream of a bull to get your heart racing. When light came we spotted the heard of twenty head which included two 6X6's a couple rags and the rest cows. The elk were moving threw a long valley about 3/4 of a mile from us, we paralled them until we caught up and were right in the mix of things. I had harvested my first bull only a mile from there the year before so i told chase my brother he could shoot first. As we belly crawled threw the sage brush the smaller six stepped into view Chase was wasting no time getting a rest. I ranged him at 154 yards as the smoke cloud errupted from the barrel i heard the bullet hit. When the smoke cleared the first six point was down. As the heard crested the far hill about a mile out i looked at my brother and father and said "I'll see you tonight"
i literaly ran to the last place i seen them and begain to track the running heard. After about an hour i caught up to them. To my relief they looked like they were about to bed down and they did in a horrible place for a stalk. It was very open in all direction except for some small mounds of grass. After two hours flat on my belly i crawled with on fifty yard of the heard. But where is the big bull? I couldnt go any further because i had a spike at thirty yards to my left. Finally i seen him get up and pick out a new bed and just as he began to lay down i let the Black Diamond go to work. The bull dropped in his track right around 11:45 two 6X6's in one morning! It was a great day on the Hubbard Ranch
A lil hint Chases was smaller and it scored 265 sorry no pic though
