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Once we arrived at our destination, the skies began to part as the early morning fog started to lift from convection and thermals. Gary and I made a plan to drive a thicket on the back of a spring area where elk like to go after morning feeding. Gary walked the fence line road as I walked tip toe through some lower cover before entering a small funnel with meadow grass. I looked to the horizon and saw a nice mature bull walking slowly through some christmas trees with a herd of cows almost as if they were sneaking\u00a0from Gary above. A small window of opportunity appeared so I placed the scope and centered it on the bull’s spine at approx. 250 yards. I took the shot and saw lots of elk scramble running right\u00a0down the draw right\u00a0at me! One after another, cows ran through headed for who knows where???\u00a0My heart was racing and I wondered if I hit the bull. It seemed like forever to wait, then all of the sudden I saw a pair of dark legs walking through the thicket very cautious looking to see where the cows had gone knowing danger was in the path. Yes –\u00a0the bull stepped out at about twenty yards and looked right at me as I proceeded to fire another shot with my father’s 30-06 model 70. The bull just stood there and looked at me as if I had missed so….. I fired another shot – “BANG” and down the bull\u00a0went as he took his last breath. I performed the famous victory shout – “Wahoo” as Gary came walking down asking what I had shot. I told him it was a little spike! Gary walked up and realized we had shot a nice 6X6 mature bull. We thanked the Lord and enjoyed quartering the bull and packing it out with a Polaris 6X6 about 500 yards back to the rig.<\/p>\n