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7-08, Elk Rifle Wannabe

What Went Wrong?

Two of our hunters walked back into camp just as I got the last mule loaded with elk.

One said, “Anybody want a bull elk? There are two up in the corner of the horsepasture.”

It was the third day of the first hunt. Three hunters had gotten bull elk on the second day. They decided to stay in camp, hunt deer and relax instead of going to town with me.

I said, “I haven’t got a license yet, plus I’ve got eight mules loaded and I need to get going.”

A high-pitched voice shrieked from the cooktent, “I want an elk.”

It was Michele, the cook.

The tent flap exploded. Michele ran toward me with her Browning BLR and pleaded, “Dennis, will you take me?”

“Let’s see.”

WE all walked out of the trees that obscured the horsepasture from camp. Sure enough, two rag-horn bull elk grazed 700 yards away in what we called the horsepasture.

I looked at the ground, rubbed my left hand over my forehead and eyes, and thought I know better, but this wouldn't take long. “OK,” I said, “let’s hit the trees.”




My pardner, Socks, me, and six mules packing elk from Lynx Creek, Bob Marshall Wilderness, Montana.


We had an almost direct route from camp through timber along the east side of the horsepasture. It brought us within 80-yards of the nearest bull and about 120 yards from the farthest bull elk.

I motioned Michele to the ground beside me and instructed, “Lay down and get a rest over this deadfall.”

She said, “I can’t shoot laying down.”

I may have looked at the ground and rubbed my forehead and eyes again, not sure, but I said, “Well, get situated, get a steady shot and hit the nearest bull right behind the groove behind his shoulder.”

She shot. Nothing.

I had my Steiner glasses. The bull didn’t wiggle. I said, “Take another poke at him.”

She shot. Nothing.

“Where were you aiming?”

Right were you told me to.

I said, “Shoot again. Take your time and squeeze one off.”

She shot. Nothing. Not even a flinch. Neither bull was concerned with us in the least, and both of them had seen us by now, and both went on grazing.

This went on for five shots. I figured she was out of shells and indicated I was going back to camp—I still had eight mules loaded and tied to the hitch rail, and I still had 19 miles of wilderness trail, 30 miles of gravel road and “town business” to conduct before sacking out in the evening.

I was wrong. Michele fished out a whole box of Remington Core-Lokts from her jean pocket. I am sure I looked at the ground and rubbed my forehead and eyes that time. The box and her inability to shoot prone indicated we were in trouble.

She reloaded and fired one. I decided to wait two minutes before each shot. I can’t say why, but I couldn’t believe that every shot had missed from that range. I hoped that he would keel over before we emptied the box.

Somewhere in the process the nearest bull laid down. The farthest still continued to graze.

Michele shot everything but five bullets.

I said, “Reload.”

After the reload, I said, “Now, we’re going to walk up on him. When we get 25 yards away, I want you to shoot him in the head.”

At about 35 yards, Michele couldn’t stand it. She said, “I’ve got to shoot him, NOW.”

“OK.”

We had walked into a depression between the bull and us. Michele kneeled down and shot. Dirt exploded five yards in front of us.

I said, “Where were you aiming?”

“At his head,” she replied.

“Let’s move closer and get this hump out of the way.”

At 20 or 25 yards—with both bulls looking at us, one lying down chewing cud and another grazing—Michele let loose, blowing his jaw off. The bull jumped up and ran out of sight in a patch of timber.

I was at a loss. I had to get moving, but tracking a freshly wounded bull was stupid. I told her we would wait for 30 minutes. That isn’t long enough, but I had to get going.

We set in the horsepasture and watched the other bull graze off. Down below, it looked like most of the crew and hunters were watching the exhibition through binoculars and spotting scopes. Must have been great fun—like Elk Hunting TV.

We walked into the timber and found the bull dead on his feet about 100 yards in. I said, “We’re going to run up on him and you shoot him in the head.” I ran up, put my hand on his hip bone like a domestic cow and pushed him over. She shot him.

Although I had work to do, I wanted to know what had happened. I told Michele to get some of the crew and a couple mules, and I would skin him, but not gut him. The crew had time to gut, quarter and pack the bull.


Me, a horse and nine mules packing elk, deer and duffle out of White River, Bob Marshall Wilderness, Montana. I'm walking out of the mountains, 'cause I didn't have enough mules to pack all the elk and deer. You may see one deer loaded on my riding saddle.
Skinning showed something odd. In addition to one shot to the brain and one shot through the jaw, the hide had 14 bullet holes in it. No gut shots were found. Most of the bullets entered and a few had exited.

While I have never been fond of the 7-08 for elk hunting, this situation was its worst demonstration. It is possible that in this case, the Browning BLR had too short of a barrel to get the optimum velocity from the 7-08. I had been concerned that Michele’s marksmanship was suspect, but the bullet holes proved she had done her job.

The 7-08s track record on bull elk isn’t good.

If an elk hunter want an elk rifle in 7mm, then get a full-powered model, like a 280 Remington, 284 Winchester, or 7mm Magnum of whatever flavor suits your pistol. You may also want a rifle with a 22 to 24 inch barrel, to exploit their velocity.

I’ve got to get going.

TTFN
 

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I think the unbelievable part is that the bull supposedly took 14 hits to the vitals,or near them, never flinched, and didn't go down. I call b.s.
 

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I shoot a 7-08. I definitely call BS.
 

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Borden811 said:
I think the unbelievable part is that the bull supposedly took 14 hits to the vitals,or near them, never flinched, and didn't go down. I call b.s.
I was wonder'n which way that story should have been started, "Once upon a time" or "this ain't no bull.

Bill
 

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team run-n-gun said:
This is a joke right? OK, I give up... whats the punch line?

It's no joke. This guy says he is a guide and presents this story as fact.
 

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moosehunter said:
team run-n-gun said:
This is a joke right? OK, I give up... whats the punch line?

It's no joke. This guy says he is a guide and presents this story as fact.
ya....with the help of MR. Daniels and MR. Walker


 

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I don't think a bull elk would take 14 hits in or near the vitals with a .22 rimfire from 80 yards without flinching. You attribute 14 hits with a 7mm-08 to bad ammo? C'mon man!
 

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14 shots in the body with a 7mm-08 and no reaction? we're talking Elkzilla. I think this guy is full of bull.
 

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All the ammo I purchased over the years from Wally World has been satisfactory for me.
 
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