Didn't kill an elk this year but had maybe the best hunt ever. Mainly just because it was spent with my son. Most of my efforts were spent trying to get a bull close to him. My best chance was a nice bull about to walk by at 20yds when of course he changes directions and walks right to me. At 6 yards he decided I was not a tree, despite my signature pine bough I always stick in the front of my camo fedora to keep the brim out of my string. We had seven different bulls within 30 yards and the best was a big herd bull it took us 90 minutes to get in. I was calling for my son about 60 yards back when he came in screaming I about wet my pants he was so loud. I could only imagine my son 20 yards from him. I watched him stroll through the trees, I knew my son was close, I just kept praying to hear the swish of a string and the thump of an arrow hitting a monster bull. Then it happened. Twang,thump, the bull went down as he swapped directions and tore off the way he had come. We were both shaking. I asked him where he hit and said I'm not sure I think it may have been a little far forward. I tried not to show my concern. We waited for 15 minutes just to walk the 18 yards to where the bull was. No blood. Then I saw it laying in a bush. I picked the arrow up. The zwickey was bent in a U. My son was disappointed. Hell I cried I so wanted him to have the bull. But we will have that moment together forever.
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Great story. Thanks for sharing it with us.
A cherished time for sure. I love hunting with my son.
Sounds like an amazing hunt! Was this on public land?
Part of it on public and part on adjacent private. Area is usually hunted pretty heavy. Not a big bull area of Colorado. The one my son missed was a nice 6x6, probably the biggest I ever saw in 5 years of hunting that area.