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I took my first Elk in Sept. of 2004. The hunt started off early in the morning, there was frost on the leaves and ground, and it was clear. My brother and I went back on a cut-line where we had some action the day before. We had seen some bulls but nothing legal (6 points on one side min.). At first light we heard a bull calling off a couple hundred yards in the bush, we decided to go after him and let him do the calling. When we got in the bush a ways we heard another bull calling, it seemed closer, we decided to go that direction with little result. We walked back out to the point we had started in the morning. When we got back to the cut line the first bull started bugling again. Away we went. This time we stayed on his trail, we stayed quiet and waited for him to call and gives us a location. We chased him until finally we got into a open stand of poplar. We sat quiet and heard a cow call, my brother realizing this made a quick bugle, the bull came running over a knoll screaming with its head up and eyes rolled back. I checked for points and realized he was legal. He came straight for us and I hit him in the chest head on at about 30 yards. He dropped to one knee, got up and kept coming, turning in front of us and falling over less than 10 yards from us. That is a hunt I will never forget.
Submitted by Scott Stroud
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