I went out this morning with the intention of helping my buddy find a moose, in fact I didnt even bring a rifle. We got up around 7000 feet in the head of a drainage and started glassing right at first light. Right away I picked up movement. I thought it was a elk calf at first then a muley since Ive never seen a deer here let alone a whitetail buck. As he was working his way up the bottom along the willows I tried to point him out to my buddy but his $25 walmart special binos couldnt pick him up. So I asked if I could borrow his rifle for a couple min. I got out of the truck and dropped into a little finger tributary and ran to cut the buck off. I almost made it. 1/2 way there my calves started burning and I couIdnt run anymore so I slowed down which let him get ahead of me. So instead of a nice 100 yard broadside I got a 275 yard quarterning shot. Threw down my pack, settled in and dropped him. Little did I know how lucky this shot really was. I got back and said to my buddy "your guns right on, I hit right where I was holding. He said great! I havent shot it this year and went to heavier bullets. I started to say something but didnt and just continued on my high. 6"+ bases, 21"main beams and 11 and 10" g3s, only 14 wide though
To top it off on the way to another basin, we had a herd of 50 elk with a nice 6x6 run right to us.....I wont go into how no shots were fired at 4 legal bulls and a bunch of also legal cows. But we had that 6x6 at well under 150 yards for 3-4 min at 5 or 6 different angles trying to commit suicide and no shots.....I got a little frustrated. Especially, since THE WHOLE %$#$^& TIME THEY WERE UNDER 200 YARDS FROM THE ^%$# TRUCK!