It was the Colorado elk hunting season of 2001. I was hunting the high country searching for the elusive trophy bull.

There was about two feet of snow & I was roughly ten miles from my jeep, just starting to think about lunch when I heard a branch snap behind me in this over grown meadow.

I knelt down on one knee when out of the timber came two young bulls. I pulled my 7mm Remington to my shoulder took aim on the front bull then the next, when something caught my eye.

It was the biggest bull I've ever seen he had the largest set of racks on him I could count 8 points & he was just 168 yards below me feeding. Just as I was about to shoot he stepped behind one of the younger bulls. I thought to myself, "Do I move & take the chance of spooking them or do I sit tight and wait?

If I wait they may end up in that thick timber below them." I decided I needed to reposition. Well just my luck they spotted me & headed straight down into the timber. They weren't too spooked so I thought I might be able to side hill around & see if I could spot them again.

Well two hours later I was around the hill looking down in a hole when I spotted him. I pulled the range finder out he was 380 yards. I knew the 7mm could handle it.

I took a deep breath aimed high on his shoulder & squeezed the trigger. Down he went. He was the biggest bull I've ever shot 8 X 9. Colorado elk hunting is quite the adrenaline rush.