Not a super exciting story or sexy trophy kill, but I drew my doe tag and was after meat. Mission accomplished 
Was one of those where it almost came together too well. I'd been studying this spot for quite some time now. I'd figured out their typical schedule, where they typically come through, and dialed in my hiding spot.
The spot is quite narrow. Longest potential shot being all of 40-50yd, and likely closer, with very thick brush on each side. So I opted for the slug. I trusted it to knock down on the spot better than a bow or my 6.5. And that it did.
Showed up at the crack of 4:30pm to get ahead of their usual dinner time.

Sat, got comfy, and not 30min later they walk out of the brush straight across from me. Like typical blacktail, they were hyper vigilant and skittish. Despite my concealment, they absolutely knew I was there and kept looking over and being very slow to come out. But one finally did. She made the mistake of turning broadside, stopping to look right over at me before the slug was sent her way.
As planned, she dropped in her tracks.

Quartered her in the field and packed out in one trip. Home in time to catch the second half of Thursday night football

Hopefully the elk plan I'm putting together is as fruitful.
Was one of those where it almost came together too well. I'd been studying this spot for quite some time now. I'd figured out their typical schedule, where they typically come through, and dialed in my hiding spot.
The spot is quite narrow. Longest potential shot being all of 40-50yd, and likely closer, with very thick brush on each side. So I opted for the slug. I trusted it to knock down on the spot better than a bow or my 6.5. And that it did.
Showed up at the crack of 4:30pm to get ahead of their usual dinner time.

Sat, got comfy, and not 30min later they walk out of the brush straight across from me. Like typical blacktail, they were hyper vigilant and skittish. Despite my concealment, they absolutely knew I was there and kept looking over and being very slow to come out. But one finally did. She made the mistake of turning broadside, stopping to look right over at me before the slug was sent her way.
As planned, she dropped in her tracks.

Quartered her in the field and packed out in one trip. Home in time to catch the second half of Thursday night football

Hopefully the elk plan I'm putting together is as fruitful.


