Jim Tells The Tale…
“As I watched the front sight tremble on the elk, I told myself what pistol shooters constantly remind themselves .... let the shot come as a surprise.
“Leaving the steep timber and moving into flatter area of the mountain, I paused to catch my breath,” Jim said. “Moving several yards slowly and stopping to watch was how the morning’s hunt had been going. Tired and ready for more coffee and ibuprofen, the pickup was just a few hundred yards downhill from me.
“Glancing right I saw nothing, but as I looked to the left I saw a cow elk bedded down slightly below me. This was a late season, antlerless, short-range weapon hunt in the Salmon River drainages of central Idaho. And this was the animal I was looking for.