Well, this year I wasn't able to go to Montana, Idaho, or Eastern Oregon to archery elk hunt and I could only get out for a few days, so I went back to my old haunts on the coast.
It paid off yesterday, my last day to hunt!
I heard a bull bugle in the timber the night before. He was 1-2 miles away and it was just before dark, so I left them for the next morning.
I was there before sun up and I could hear animals in the clearcut below me but couldn't see them since it was dark. I waited until light and still couldn't spot them. I started working my way down the road toward the timber where I heard the bull the night before. I was accross the canyon and I saw a cow and a rag horn bull head into the timber. I moved over there and started moving up into the timber and that's when the action began.
I heard the bull bugle, grunt, glunk, chuckle, and every other bull sound you can imagine! It was awesome! Not only that it sure helped mark their position so I could sneak in on them. I snuck up and got 60-80 yards from the herd. The bull was pretty active and really rounding them up so I moved to get a good shooting lane and hung tight. Sure enough he starts moving them towards me. Now I'm thinking, do I pass on other animals to get a shot at the herd bull? (He was a nice 6 pt). Since this was my last morning to hunt this season I decided to take the first animal that gave me a good shot.
This raghorn was slightly above me just elking around. The herd bull started rustling the herd and he decided to stay clear and walked down the hill to me. He was about 40 yards when I drew back on him, at 15-20 yards he thought something was wrong and stopped quartering slighty away from me. He was right, something was wrong.......He caught a PSE carbon express arrow tipped with a 100 grain Wac em broadhead at 270 FPS right in the engine compartment! The arrow entered behind the left front shoulder and exited through the right front shoulder punching holes in both lungs on the way through!
He ran off but I chirped with the diaphram call in my mouth. That calmed him and he stopped and wondered what was going on? A minute or so later he started losing his legs and fell over! Now that was exciting!
The rest of the herd just milled around for awhile, when I walked up to him they decided to clear out.
I feel so fortunate to live in a place where I can hunt elk and catch fish so close to home, Oregon is a great place!
Here are some pics of the hunt:
Had to take a picture with my future hunting partner. He didn't want to get very close because of the blood.
Success on the coast (pics)
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engine compartment-that's great.
Replica of a Hagg Monster 8.1 pounds!
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