10-21-2009, 02:34 PM
I was wondering when that was going to surface here. the second I saw the title of the thread I knew what it was going to be.
The guy who killed that bull is a very good friend of mine. There are only about 2 words in that story that are actually true. I think he measured the bull at like 363 or 367 - not even close to a state record. He had a muzzleloader cache meadowville tag. They were driving along the road out in Round Valley and his son spotted the elk sleeping in the barrow pit. They thought the elk was dead (no one else was at the scene when they first found it), and it had like 300 feet of barbed wire tangled up in it's antlers. Someone else showed up while they were out checking it out. The elk woke up, jumped up, and ran off almost running right over the top of him. The elk made a spectacular jump over a 5 strand fence, and ran out into a field and stopped and laid down out near a farmer's haystack. I couldn't tell you how far it ran from where they first found it, but I got the impression it was pretty far, but not too far to tell where it went. The first guy he ran into was actually the owner of the field and gave him permission to go out and kill it. He snuck up on the bull and killed it. I think he said that it took 4 shots to do the job.
This guy and his son have been friends with my dad and I for over 20 years. We spend alot of time together. They are two of the luckiest hunters you will ever meet. . . unbelievably lucky. I first heard the short version of the story from my dad 10-12 days ago, and couldn't wait to here it firsthand. He finally showed up at my dad's garage about a week ago and gave me the full version (along with a couple chunks of salami that he had made from the elk). I was in stitches! He had the thread from monster muleys all printed out and we hashed over the 20 or so discrepencies.
I tried to tell the story as close to exactly what he told me as possible. It's an amazing story that probably could have only happened to this guy or his son.
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The guy who killed that bull is a very good friend of mine. There are only about 2 words in that story that are actually true. I think he measured the bull at like 363 or 367 - not even close to a state record. He had a muzzleloader cache meadowville tag. They were driving along the road out in Round Valley and his son spotted the elk sleeping in the barrow pit. They thought the elk was dead (no one else was at the scene when they first found it), and it had like 300 feet of barbed wire tangled up in it's antlers. Someone else showed up while they were out checking it out. The elk woke up, jumped up, and ran off almost running right over the top of him. The elk made a spectacular jump over a 5 strand fence, and ran out into a field and stopped and laid down out near a farmer's haystack. I couldn't tell you how far it ran from where they first found it, but I got the impression it was pretty far, but not too far to tell where it went. The first guy he ran into was actually the owner of the field and gave him permission to go out and kill it. He snuck up on the bull and killed it. I think he said that it took 4 shots to do the job.
This guy and his son have been friends with my dad and I for over 20 years. We spend alot of time together. They are two of the luckiest hunters you will ever meet. . . unbelievably lucky. I first heard the short version of the story from my dad 10-12 days ago, and couldn't wait to here it firsthand. He finally showed up at my dad's garage about a week ago and gave me the full version (along with a couple chunks of salami that he had made from the elk). I was in stitches! He had the thread from monster muleys all printed out and we hashed over the 20 or so discrepencies.
I tried to tell the story as close to exactly what he told me as possible. It's an amazing story that probably could have only happened to this guy or his son.
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