05/10/2025
It truely is gods country in northern Alberta. I was fortunate enough to harvest my first bull elk on my friends land he just purchased a week prior.
We walked the cut line beside the land where we seen elk the night before. Found the spot where they usually cross and hid on the fence line in the trees. Heard a small bugle behind us to the east and knew it was go time. I loaded my r***r .270 and got setup with my triggerstick and just waited. The elk began to come in 150 yards away quartering. One small spiker bull was in the mix. Moments later we heard gun shots miles away and the elk spooked. We thought the hunt was over. Reevaluated and waited. Not even 10 minutes later the elk returned. I got back into position and waited. Expecting the spiked to come back I waited patiently in case more elk came in. Then lo and behold this bull came out on the wrong side of the fence I lined him up in my crosshairs on my scope. whispered “legal bull”. So I got ready. The elk slowly approaching the fence Brodie whispered again “wrong side of the fence, just wait”. My heart already pounding out of my chest. Then the bull lowered his head and hopped the fence. Brodie whispered “Take him”. With the crosshairs on him and no cows behind. I let out a shot and he dropped. My first bull was down. Shaking frantically I turned to Brodie with pure astonishment. While walking up to the bull fog descended and created a very crisp atmosphere adding to the anticipation. The bull was way bigger in person. We took our pictures and then tractored him out. Later that night the northern lights gave us an unbelievable show. It almost sounds like a fake story but every word is truth. Textbook hunt. Unreal. Thank you to for bringing me up and helping me take my first bull elk. A crazy first bull
