Harvested ByLiza Sautter
Date HarvestedOctober 27, 2013
On Opening Weekend of 2012, my third hunting season, I harvested this gorgeous 6X6 bull elk using Dad’s .270 Weatherby Magnum. Dad and I were about a half hour out of the truck at our usual morning lookout when Dad spotted the herd a couple ridges over. Being extremely familiar with this area we knew exactly where we needed to go. With extreme excitement we took off after them, Dad at a fast stride and me running to keep up, his legs being quite a bit longer than mine. When we reached the herd both Dad and I were so out of breath that neither of us could stop shaking enough to see through the binoculars. We could make out four bulls, looking spindly at best in the morning light. Finally after I had caught my breath I picked out the bull that looked legal, big by no means though, leaned against a tree and fired a 350 yard shot. Down he went! He stayed there for at least five minutes, barely moving his head. Just about the time I figured he would have bled out he returned to his feet. I was ready though and got him down again. With the bull across the draw I knew we were going to have to lose sight of him in order to get over to where he was. With that in mind, Dad and I leap-frogged our way across the hill until neither of us could see him anymore. As we walked along the well worn cow trail looking for my bull, thinking he would be below us, I just remember Dad’s reaction when he spotted him. I saw him look up the hill and exclaim, “Holy cow Liza.”
My gaze followed his and my jaw hit the ground, all I could see were the horns of my bull wrapped around a tree. He wasn’t the spindly bull I had thought, he was Sasquatch! I had shot My First Bull the year before on Opening Morning and Dad had been extremely proud but this year I saw something else in his eyes. He gave me a huge hug and then he shook my hand out of respect for me as a fellow hunter. That right there told me everything I needed to know, I had one killer bull on my hands. We were both overwhelmed, this being the moment we both live for as hunters. We are a meat-hunting family so horns only matter to us if they are required but managing to get the meat to fill the freezer and have a pair of horns to bring home was exhilarating.