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Took this one this year in rifle. The first weekof the season we saw no animals. We saw sign and put on alot of miles trying to locate them. Had to work second week of season so no hunting. Went out Tues. afternoon of third week. Only saw one set of fresh tracks on all the trails. Did not look promising. Set up on the west edge of a field. Dad set up a little south of me. Wind coming out of the west. Just over a hour later I heard a bit of bush crash to the north of me as I was glassing some whitetails to the south. I slowly turned as it was too much noise for another whitetail. There he was at about 400 yards. Raised my rifle and steadied myself. He just kept walking and eating. I chirped with my mouth but he did not stop. When he was at about 300 yards I couldn't wait any longer as he had no intrest in coming my way and took my shot. I was pretty sure it was a good shot but he didn't seem to break stride just walking to the bush, I rechambered and just as he was almost in the bush he stopped and looked back, I sent another one. A few seconds later I heard a crash in the bush. Hoping for the best but preparing for the worst I waited for dad to come over and to give the elk some time. Dad said he heard both shots and both thumps and was sure I got him. I was positive on where he went into the bush. We carefully walked over to the bush where we could see the trail he went in on. We started to scour the entrance for any trace of blood or good tracks....nothing. Well good thing I got good boots on because now the search begins I thought. Just then I looked up and there he was piled up 10 yards in the bush. Both shots in the boiler room 2 inches apart!
