longcruise
70 Cal.
I was going through some stuff that I had written a long time ago and came across this little memo from an elk hunt quite a few years back. The rifle is a GPR.
I was hunting country that I know well in Colorado. This was a familiar spot for me, having been there many times in the past. There had been many elk "encounters" here in the past involving both myself and other hunting partners. The location is a small saddle formed by small hills that don't really qualify as "mountains". At least here in Colorado they don't.
So, I arrive at this same saddle and position myself about 20 yards to the downwind side of a trail that cuts through the saddle. These little saddles usually have a well worn elk trail coming around both sides of both hills that form the saddle. In a small saddle like this, the trails just about form an X in the middle of the high point of the saddle. I simply snugged myself up to a medium Lodge pole Pine and faced into the saddle so as to closely cover every direction except the direction from which I had come into the saddle. Within ten minutes I heard sounds on the trail that I had come in on but given the direction I was facing, It was hard to look back over my shoulder and around the tree. Decided to just wait it out and see what wandered into view. It was a lot of noise and I was thinking it was another hunter. Maybe even a hunter on a horse. Well, it wasn't. It was a five point bull plodding along with an apparent destination in mind. I waited him out for a bit so as to have him in a small opening at about 50 yards. As he approached the opening, I put my sights on the opening itself and set the trigger on the .54. As he stepped into the opening and his chest filled it, I fired. I made a huge rookie mistake. Just before touching off I lifted my head off the comb to double check his position and threw the shot over his back. DANG!! How could I? Well, if you have ever been up close and personal with elk, you may know the answer.
The next thing that happened was too good to be true. The elk looked around wondering what the heck was going on. Then he turned around and started back tracking very very slowly up the trail the way he come from. I commenced a silent reloading of the rifle. I got it reloaded just as he got right next to me at 20 yards. As I raised the rifle he looked my way and saw me. He still hesitated a moment and gave me enough time to form a perfect sight picture. I pulled the trigger...and I kept pulling the trigger... harder and harder. I had not set the trigger for the shot and the unset pull weight on this rifle is 20 or 25 pounds at least. The elk had had enough of my stupidity and took off directly away from me and was out of sight within seconds.
So, that's one true story about what can happen. Of course, it would never happen to anyone else I'm sure. Not enough room in this world for two of us!
I was hunting country that I know well in Colorado. This was a familiar spot for me, having been there many times in the past. There had been many elk "encounters" here in the past involving both myself and other hunting partners. The location is a small saddle formed by small hills that don't really qualify as "mountains". At least here in Colorado they don't.
So, I arrive at this same saddle and position myself about 20 yards to the downwind side of a trail that cuts through the saddle. These little saddles usually have a well worn elk trail coming around both sides of both hills that form the saddle. In a small saddle like this, the trails just about form an X in the middle of the high point of the saddle. I simply snugged myself up to a medium Lodge pole Pine and faced into the saddle so as to closely cover every direction except the direction from which I had come into the saddle. Within ten minutes I heard sounds on the trail that I had come in on but given the direction I was facing, It was hard to look back over my shoulder and around the tree. Decided to just wait it out and see what wandered into view. It was a lot of noise and I was thinking it was another hunter. Maybe even a hunter on a horse. Well, it wasn't. It was a five point bull plodding along with an apparent destination in mind. I waited him out for a bit so as to have him in a small opening at about 50 yards. As he approached the opening, I put my sights on the opening itself and set the trigger on the .54. As he stepped into the opening and his chest filled it, I fired. I made a huge rookie mistake. Just before touching off I lifted my head off the comb to double check his position and threw the shot over his back. DANG!! How could I? Well, if you have ever been up close and personal with elk, you may know the answer.
The next thing that happened was too good to be true. The elk looked around wondering what the heck was going on. Then he turned around and started back tracking very very slowly up the trail the way he come from. I commenced a silent reloading of the rifle. I got it reloaded just as he got right next to me at 20 yards. As I raised the rifle he looked my way and saw me. He still hesitated a moment and gave me enough time to form a perfect sight picture. I pulled the trigger...and I kept pulling the trigger... harder and harder. I had not set the trigger for the shot and the unset pull weight on this rifle is 20 or 25 pounds at least. The elk had had enough of my stupidity and took off directly away from me and was out of sight within seconds.
So, that's one true story about what can happen. Of course, it would never happen to anyone else I'm sure. Not enough room in this world for two of us!