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Thomas' First Big Game Hunt

July 2018
Story by Chris Andrew
Hunters: Thomas Andrew
State: Arizona
Species: Elk - Rocky Mtn

Over the past few months, I had been eagerly awaiting my son, Thomas’, first big game hunt. Thomas was 10 years old and loved dove hunting, but he had never experienced a big game hunt. Needless to say, I had mixed emotions once I learned he had drawn the youth 22 elk tag. At first, I was excited just thinking about getting to chase elk with my son, and then I was nervous. Would he like big game hunting? To be entirely honest, I was a little jealous, knowing he would have an opportunity to get his first elk before I got mine. The year prior, I had a cow elk tag and had one in range at 364 yards. However, as a newer hunter, I got too excited and did not get into a good position to shoot. The cow disappeared before I could shoot.

 

After telling Thomas that he had drawn the tag, he told me, “Dad, I am just excited to spend time with you!”

 

My strongest emotion was felt at that moment, and I knew we were going to have a memorable time regardless of the outcome. Thanks to Thomas’ Uncle Adam, known to many as Big Browns, we were shown many different areas in the unit to scout prior to the hunt. I started taking Thomas out three days prior to the hunt to scout. The first evening we went out, I glassed up a cow elk across the ridge about 500 yards away. I let Thomas look through my binoculars, and then I decided this would be a good opportunity to practice by doing some dry firing. I took out the rifle, got the elk in the sight, and put Thomas behind the gun. The instant he realized he was looking at an animal in the scope and not a paper target, he got pretty excited. As the cow fed up the hill, Thomas followed it with the scope. While Thomas was following the elk, I explained to him shooting positions and advised him that if the cow went broadside, we were going to dry fire. The cow stopped a few seconds later, and while I was telling Thomas to get ready to dry fire, I heard a click. I looked at Thomas, and he looked up at me and said, “Ooops!” Needless to say, there was a pretty stern talk about gun safety and waiting for me to give him the “go ahead” to fire. After a few tears from Thomas and a valuable lesson, we headed down the hill.

 

The next two mornings, we went out and were in elk each day. We also did more dry firing and live firing on some rocks, ranging from 400 to 600 yards away. Thomas learned his lesson from the night before and was doing a great job behind the gun from that time on. The night before the hunt, Uncle Adam joined up with us to head out on opening day. All three of us were pretty excited for the opening morning, knowing that over the last three days of scouting we had seen elk each day.

 

As most experienced hunters know, just when you think you have it figured out, you really don’t. We glassed up one bull on the morning hunt, and after a few hours and no luck, we decided to head back to the truck and regroup. Adam and I were pretty bummed, but Thomas held his head high and was in good spirits. Adam and I wanted to go back to the cabin and rest up for the evening hunt. We gave Thomas the choice, though, and he decided that he wanted to do some squirrel hunting midday to pass the time. He was able to get a few, and we all had a blast. It was now time to go back out for the evening hunt.

 

We had visited a few different locations while scouting, so we were considering a different location from the morning. Adam and I could not decide which spot to go to, so we let Thomas make the choice, after all, it was his hunt. After Thomas was prepped on the locations we were considering, he made a choice and we headed out. We got settled on top of our ridge by 4 p.m. We took a quick rest on top of the hill before we started to glass. Adam split up to look at a ridge in the distance while Thomas and I were glassing the ridges directly across from our location.

 

During this time, Thomas told me, “So far, this feels like scouting and not hunting.”

 

I quickly explained to him that once we located an animal, things would happen fast and it would become a “hunt” in no time. Not fifteen minutes later, Adam came running into our position and told me to pack everything up because it was time to move. Adam had glassed up a single cow about 1,100 yards from our location. We started the stalk, and Thomas was doing great. He was able to keep up with us, for the most part. It was pretty rough on him since we were hiking through scrub brush that was as tall as he was. Not once did he complain as we tried to get closer to the elk. We got to about 700 yards, but it was still too far to shoot based on Thomas’ skill, and it would really be pushing the limits of my 6.5 Creedmoor. Adam looked at me and said that Thomas and I needed to go to the hill just in front of us to cut the distance to about 400 yards. Adam would stay behind on the ridge to watch the cow.

 

I looked at Thomas and said, “We have a good chance, but we have to hustle.”

 

We were racing the sun at this point as it was about 5:30 p.m. We still needed to get down from the hill we were on and go back up another hill. We headed down, and because of our adrenaline, we got back up into position in no time. I slowly ridged over and saw the cow right away. I ranged her up at 384 yards. At this time, I had to calm myself down. If it wasn’t for my elk hunt the year prior, I don’t know if I would have been able to get calm enough at this crucial moment to help my son. After regaining my composure, I looked around and realized that because of the shrubbery, we could not lay prone. I slowly got the gun set up on a tripod using a Triclawps for the forend and shooting sticks for the buttstock. I dialed the turrets for elevation and wind and put the elk in the sights.

 

I looked at Thomas and said, “Come over and get behind the gun.”

 

He got behind the gun and said, “I see it!”

 

I told Thomas that we were going to do a dry fire to make sure we were good and steady. I told him to shoot when he was ready, and about three seconds later, I heard the “click.” Thomas did not flinch at all. I knew it was time. I told Thomas to put one in the chamber. Once we had a round chambered, Thomas started to hyperventilate. I quickly got him off the gun, and after what seemed like an eternity, I was able to calm him back down. After he was calm, we got the elk back in his sights and had to increase the magnification for the shot.

 

After increasing the magnification to full power, Thomas said, “Dad, I can’t see it anymore!”

 

The elk hadn’t moved, so we backed of the magnification so he could see it again. Once I heard him say, “Dad, I got it!” I slowly increased magnification but not quite to full power. I asked Thomas if he could still see the elk and he said yes. I told him to aim just behind the front shoulder of the elk and shoot when he was ready. About five seconds later, the gun went off and I watched the elk drop instantly! Thomas made a perfect double lung shot, and the cow did not move more than five yards. We started hugging and screaming for joy! We could hear Adam on the ridge behind us screaming and hollering with joy. What a great moment! Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Thomas told me, “Dad, I feel like I could do anything!” This experience taught my young boy a valuable lesson that if he puts his mind to it, he can accomplish almost anything, not just in hunting, but in life!