YORT40
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We just got back from the late cow hunt in Colorado. My father & I each bagged our cows, while my brother & friend bagged a nasty case of the Colorado flu.
The weather was warm, but we were on elk everyday. The first day of the hunt started with a major rush (almost better than the kill its self). At first light, we spotted a herd of about 150 elk on a open hillside. 2 of us circled to the back side, while 2 moved in closer for a shot. My brother & I were within about 175 yds. when the elk started moving up to the ridge line. For those who know about elk which have been shot at, they bunch up real tight in a group. We set up on our shooting stixs, waiting for a cow a seperate. It ended up 5 min. of swinging muzzles to the left & right as the swarm started to clear the ridge. Finally, as the last part got to the top, 1 cow turned & sky lined. My brother pulled the trigger on his 300 Ultra Mag. for a 550 yd. shot. At that distance, even that cannon has quite a drop. So of course, it hit right under her gut. Anyways, the herd dropped over the ridge right in to the sights of my father & friend, which had the same problem of finding an animal to leave the group. their wait was much longer, and the herd did not want to go that way at all. So the elk went to the top of the ridge & stared at my brother & I. We were @ the edge of the timberline, & thats where they wanted to be. After about 10 min., the real excitement started. The lead cows started moving. We got ready as the whole herd came running directly @ us. The sight & sounds of all those bodies coming right at us was amazing. At 150 yds. they all veered to the left, & came to a sudden halt. The lead cow stepped in front of the rest, giving me a great quarter away shot. I steadied & pulled the trigger only to hear the horrible "click" sound of an empty gun. By the time I pulled the bolt back & loaded, the herd was moving fast & in to the timber. My new name is "Click" according to everyone in camp. Anyways, we ended in walking the thick timber, & my father popped his first cow in the afternoon, & I bagged mine the following day. Like I said, my brother & his friend started feeling weak on the second morning, by the afternoon both had fevers & left for a hospital. We packed them up, & they headed for San Diego the following day.
