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"The Snow Mountain Trophy"
Opening morning found us deep in the roadless country of Snow Mountain. I was excited about the hunt and need to burn some energy, so off I went in search of a bull. I walked a long way before finally cutting two sets of tracks. I followed the tracks as they meandered through the heavy timber. I had gone several miles before I found where the elk had bedded down. I knew I was close. As I exited the thick stand of trees where the elk had been bedded, I spotted movement only 40 yards in front me. It was bull! He was feeding under a large pine tree and had no idea I was there. All I could see was his antlers and portions of his head. It was an incredible sight and my heart was really beginning to pound. I knew that this was my chance and I didn't want to make any mistakes. Suddenly, he took a couple steps and was gone. I quickly knelt down and brought my 7 Mag. into position hoping that I would catch just one more glimpse. I could see him behind the pine tree, but didn't have a clear shot, so decided to wait. I waited and watched for what seemed like an hour. I was sure he would pickup up my scent and disappear for good. Then I felt it. The one thing we always try to avoid. Wind on the back of my neck. I knew I had to do something quick. Just after feeling the breeze come up from behind, the big bull raised this head in the air. He smelt something, but I don't think he knew where it was coming from. I knew I couldn't wait any longer, I took the shot. The bullet flew true and the bull dropped in his tracks. What a great hunt! Written by Fred Rathke |
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