ver seen & he was just 168yds below me feeding. Just as I was about to shoot he stepped behind one of the younger bulls. I thought to mHere is one of my favorite hunting stories. It was the Montana elk hunting season of 2002. I was hunting the high country searching for the elusive Wapiti. There was about two feet of snow & I was roughly six miles from my truck, just starting to think about lunch when I heard a branch snap down this old semi grown in clear cut. I knelt down on one knee when out of the timber came two rag horn bulls. I pulled my 7mm ultra to my shoulder took aim on the front bull then the next, when something caught my eye. It was the biggest bull I’ve ever seen & he was just 168yds below me feeding. Just as I was about to shoot he stepped behind one of the younger bulls. I thought to my the elusive Wapiti. There was about two feet of snow & I was roughly six miles from my truck, just starting to think about lunch when I heard a branch snap down this old semi grown in clear cut. I knelt down on one knee when out of the timber came two rag horn bulls. I pulled my 7mm ultra to my shoulder took aim on the front bull then the next, when something caught my eye. It was the biggest bull I’ve ever seen & he was just 168yds below me feeding. Just as I was about to shoot he stepped behind one of the younger bulls. I thought to m heard a branch snap down this old semi grown in clear cut. I knelt down on one knee when out of the timber came two rag horn bulls. I pulled my 7mm ultra to my shoulder took aim on the front bull then the next, when something caught my eye. It was the biggest bull I’ve ever seen & he was just 168yds below me feeding. Just as I was about to shoot he stepped behind one of the younger bulls. I thought to mulled my 7mm ultra to my shoulder took aim on the front bull then the next, when something caught my eye. It was the biggest bull I’ve ever seen & he was just 168yds below me feeding. Just as I was about to shoot he stepped behind one of the younger bulls. I thought to mver seen & he was just 168yds below me feeding. Just as I was about to shoot he stepped behind one of the younger bulls. I thought to myself, “Do I move & take the chance of spooking them or do I sit tight and wait? If I wait they may end up in that thick timber below them.” I decided I needed to reposition.

Well just my luck they spotted me & headed straight down into the timber. They weren’t too spooked so I thought I might be able to side hill around & see if I could spot them again. Well two hours later I was around the hill looking down in a hole when I spotted him. I pulled the range finder out he was 380yds. I knew the 7mm could handle it. I took a deep brea