Slipping along through the pondarosas, junipers and scrub oaks with the wind across my face I spotted a big tan rock under a tree. Looked like the other six million big tan rocks around here. I put the binos on it and it was a bull. He was bedded quartering away on a point. Eyes downhill wind over his back. I wanted to cut the distance and there was a pine about as big around as I was between us but in a small clearing. I ranged the bull at 72 and the pine at 27. Quick math told me the bull would be at 45 if i got to that pine. I crept forward and made it. Peeked around the tight side and I could see the crease of his gut where it met his ribs. There was a small juniper by his hind quarter that he had tore up and one small branch about the size of a pencil sticking out on the side i needed to shoot. Basically a 98% clear shot. Behind the tree i drew and took one step right. Clearly remember my shot process. Housing, bubble, split the 40&50 i burned a hole in that crease. The arrow was off hit the branch and stuck in the dirt not 6 inches from him.
Good bull probably close to the 350 mark. He jumped up and stepped on my arrow and wheeled out of there.
I told my wife that i'd like to know what family i raped and murdered in a previous life.
at this point it's just comical. Elk don't just stand in the open like idiots. And rarely stop in an opening when they want to look at something. Within reason you have to take the shot you have because there are no perfect shots.
That's three bulls missed due to a single little ole limb. Could be worse. Some guys go years without even getting a shot at one. 2.5 days left. Lots of time and I'm in the elk. My next tag will be with a Muzzleloader.
The other guys in camp have only seen 1 elk in almost two weeks. I've seen about 15 bulls and shot at three. Thyve have moved closer to this area on another mesa with good sign.