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September 2007 was my very first archery hunt. I had been shooting a bow for about a year, but just at targets. I had a Mathews Switchback XT, drawing 70 lbs. Unfortunately, I didn't know much about arrows and relied on the salesman at the bow shop in Louisiana for advice. I ended up with good arrows for deer hunting, but not so good for elk. The arrows were probably in the 450 grain total weight and had G5 Montec three blade fixed.
I arrived in Montana and the same afternoon sat in a blind on the edge of a hayfield and took a nice whitetail buck with about a 40 yard yard pass through shot. A great confidence builder.
The next day we rode horses for about 3 hours, into a wilderness area camp. A couple days later, I had a shot at a 5x5 satellite bull and missed it. It was about 30 yards away, but steeply downhill. I airmailed the arrow, right over the elk. I was mad at myself, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
The next day, we were hiking along (me, my hunting buddy and the guide) and saw a couple cows moving up above us. The guide made a few, faint bull calls and another bull replied. It too was sort of faint, so we weren't real excited at this point. We moved about 30-40 yards down the trail and called again. A big, big bull responded and the hair on the back of my neck was standing up!
The guide, Randy Petrich of Rising Son Outfitters, said, "Guys this might happen real quick." He positioned the two of us about 30-40 yards apart. Randy then moved about 20-30 yards behind us, with all three of us forming a triangle. After a few more calls and Randy raking a limb across a tree, the big bull appeared about 70-80 yards away. He slowly, very slowly, kept coming towards us, bugling frequently. The big bull would stop and graze for awhile in one spot, which was frustrating to watch. It's the kind of scene that would have been great to video. The goal was to get the bull within 30 yards of us for a shot. The bull was coming in towards me, but no real shot opportuning. I had a tree between him and me and all I saw was antlers sticking out from each side of the tree. I was pretty excited to say the least. At one point, I thought the bull was turning and going to come out from behind the tree. I went to full draw and held it for as long as I could and the bull didn't move. I finally had to let off and you know how hard that is to do. Luckily, I didn't lose or un-knock the arrow. I watched the bull for another few minutes and he looked like he was about to move, so I drew again and the same thing happened. I had to let off. Surprisingly, I was calming down a bit. The bull appeared to be finally getting ready to move again, so I drew for the third time. The bull walked out slowly, giving me a broadside at 28 yards. I shot and saw the arrow go into the bull, but not a pass through. I could see the fletching and it was a few inches too far back. The bull ran about 10-15 yards and then went to walking. He walked by my hunting buddy, who shot and missed. The bull slowly walked off, in the same direction where he came from. We sat there for awhile, debating what to do next. It was late in the day and not much daylight left. We decided to back out of the area and return the next morning. We did that and searched and searched all morning. Finally, just after noon time, we found the bull. A Pope & Young qualifying 6x7. Not bad for my first archery hunt!
I arrived in Montana and the same afternoon sat in a blind on the edge of a hayfield and took a nice whitetail buck with about a 40 yard yard pass through shot. A great confidence builder.
The next day we rode horses for about 3 hours, into a wilderness area camp. A couple days later, I had a shot at a 5x5 satellite bull and missed it. It was about 30 yards away, but steeply downhill. I airmailed the arrow, right over the elk. I was mad at myself, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
The next day, we were hiking along (me, my hunting buddy and the guide) and saw a couple cows moving up above us. The guide made a few, faint bull calls and another bull replied. It too was sort of faint, so we weren't real excited at this point. We moved about 30-40 yards down the trail and called again. A big, big bull responded and the hair on the back of my neck was standing up!
The guide, Randy Petrich of Rising Son Outfitters, said, "Guys this might happen real quick." He positioned the two of us about 30-40 yards apart. Randy then moved about 20-30 yards behind us, with all three of us forming a triangle. After a few more calls and Randy raking a limb across a tree, the big bull appeared about 70-80 yards away. He slowly, very slowly, kept coming towards us, bugling frequently. The big bull would stop and graze for awhile in one spot, which was frustrating to watch. It's the kind of scene that would have been great to video. The goal was to get the bull within 30 yards of us for a shot. The bull was coming in towards me, but no real shot opportuning. I had a tree between him and me and all I saw was antlers sticking out from each side of the tree. I was pretty excited to say the least. At one point, I thought the bull was turning and going to come out from behind the tree. I went to full draw and held it for as long as I could and the bull didn't move. I finally had to let off and you know how hard that is to do. Luckily, I didn't lose or un-knock the arrow. I watched the bull for another few minutes and he looked like he was about to move, so I drew again and the same thing happened. I had to let off. Surprisingly, I was calming down a bit. The bull appeared to be finally getting ready to move again, so I drew for the third time. The bull walked out slowly, giving me a broadside at 28 yards. I shot and saw the arrow go into the bull, but not a pass through. I could see the fletching and it was a few inches too far back. The bull ran about 10-15 yards and then went to walking. He walked by my hunting buddy, who shot and missed. The bull slowly walked off, in the same direction where he came from. We sat there for awhile, debating what to do next. It was late in the day and not much daylight left. We decided to back out of the area and return the next morning. We did that and searched and searched all morning. Finally, just after noon time, we found the bull. A Pope & Young qualifying 6x7. Not bad for my first archery hunt!