Sieg-MM
10-27-2006, 09:21 AM
For those of you who like quick, too the point stories... yes my uncle and I harvested a bull Elk in Okanagan on Oct. 17. Below are some pictures and a longer story for those interested.
Spent some time this summer scouting and trying to locate an Elk in our
Whitetail spot as my uncle had came accross a few bulls in November 05.
No luck. Now it's hunting season, went on a few evening hunts trying to
locate fresh sign. No luck. Uncle went out in the second week in October and finally found some fresh sign; an indication that the elk maybe around. As well, I recieved a hot tip in mid October that a bull was seen by a non-hunter in the area where the fresh sign was found. BINGO!
At Sunday night dinner, my uncle, dad and I started to put together a plan hunt these elk Tuesday night. The plan never took off and my dad and I found our selfs heading up the hill without my uncle. A half-an-hour into the hunt I heard two shots come from the general location I was hunting. Right away I radioed my dad to see if it was him. It wasn't. He told me it sounded like my uncles gun and that I should go have a look in the direction of the shots.
I started "clubbing" my way over to the shots; 15-20 minutes passed before the last shot was taken. All of a sudden I heard some branches
cracking on the ridge below. My eyes nearly poped out of my head when I looked down the ridge and seen an bull elk coming through the thicket :eek:
He stopped and I immedialty drew my rifle to count. With him looking strait
at me, I quickly counted five and while looking for the sixth point he
turned his head sideways and I seen six! But he bolted back down the hill :( I listened carefully and figured out that he was starting to make his way back up the hill. I ran across the ridge at full speed to the area I though he may come up. Sure enough, I came around a rock bluff and there he was at 25 yards. No counting this time.... I stroked him in the neck and he crumbled! :)
The funny thing was my uncle thought that someone else shot the bull. He came over the hill and seen my curly hair and said "Ty is that you"? He
was so happy to see me beside the elk and not some other hunter. He had no idea I was out hunting.
It turns out that my uncle hit him on his second shot though the front
sholder and the elk fell down a bank but got up and ran right into me 15-20 minutes later. Iwas the finisher. Not really my elk as we figured he would of died from my uncles shot, but I was more than glad to warm up the barrel. Who knows how far he would of went before dying.
Put a tape to it and roughly scored it at 337gross/323 net. I guess we do grow them big in the Okanagan :D
http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/Sieg-MM/?action=view¤t=IMG_0153.jpg&refPage=&imgAnch=imgAnch2
http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/Sieg-MM/?action=view¤t=IMG_0155.jpg&refPage=&imgAnch=imgAnch1
Spent some time this summer scouting and trying to locate an Elk in our
Whitetail spot as my uncle had came accross a few bulls in November 05.
No luck. Now it's hunting season, went on a few evening hunts trying to
locate fresh sign. No luck. Uncle went out in the second week in October and finally found some fresh sign; an indication that the elk maybe around. As well, I recieved a hot tip in mid October that a bull was seen by a non-hunter in the area where the fresh sign was found. BINGO!
At Sunday night dinner, my uncle, dad and I started to put together a plan hunt these elk Tuesday night. The plan never took off and my dad and I found our selfs heading up the hill without my uncle. A half-an-hour into the hunt I heard two shots come from the general location I was hunting. Right away I radioed my dad to see if it was him. It wasn't. He told me it sounded like my uncles gun and that I should go have a look in the direction of the shots.
I started "clubbing" my way over to the shots; 15-20 minutes passed before the last shot was taken. All of a sudden I heard some branches
cracking on the ridge below. My eyes nearly poped out of my head when I looked down the ridge and seen an bull elk coming through the thicket :eek:
He stopped and I immedialty drew my rifle to count. With him looking strait
at me, I quickly counted five and while looking for the sixth point he
turned his head sideways and I seen six! But he bolted back down the hill :( I listened carefully and figured out that he was starting to make his way back up the hill. I ran across the ridge at full speed to the area I though he may come up. Sure enough, I came around a rock bluff and there he was at 25 yards. No counting this time.... I stroked him in the neck and he crumbled! :)
The funny thing was my uncle thought that someone else shot the bull. He came over the hill and seen my curly hair and said "Ty is that you"? He
was so happy to see me beside the elk and not some other hunter. He had no idea I was out hunting.
It turns out that my uncle hit him on his second shot though the front
sholder and the elk fell down a bank but got up and ran right into me 15-20 minutes later. Iwas the finisher. Not really my elk as we figured he would of died from my uncles shot, but I was more than glad to warm up the barrel. Who knows how far he would of went before dying.
Put a tape to it and roughly scored it at 337gross/323 net. I guess we do grow them big in the Okanagan :D
http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/Sieg-MM/?action=view¤t=IMG_0153.jpg&refPage=&imgAnch=imgAnch2
http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/Sieg-MM/?action=view¤t=IMG_0155.jpg&refPage=&imgAnch=imgAnch1