I’ve never needed to shoot game past 300 yards until I won an Elk hunt in Colorado. The outfitter told me I’d better be able to shoot past 500 yards if I wanted a decent chance. He wasn’t lying, it was ridge to ridge shooting!
I practiced with my Hells Canyon barreled Tikka in 300 wsm for months before at my range with 650 yards of distance. I was confident I could keep under MOA at that distance… assuming the wind was playing “nice”!
A couple days into the hunt we spotted the bull I eventually shot late morning. He was with cows feeding back into the base of one of the ridges that jutted into a large valley like fingers. We waited until he bedded down and hiked back from the ridge we spotted him on and back out to the “finger” of the next closest ridge. There was ZERO chance we wouldn’t spook him if we tried getting onto his ridge. Even if we did we couldn’t get a shot off as it was too thick and steep.
We set across from him into a shooting position (I was sitting up with my back against a bolder, gun mounted in a tripod and lightweight shooting bag on my knee bracing the rear of the rifle. We were expecting him to getup from his nap and keep working away from the tip of the finger closer to us into another opening (350 yards away). I ranged him bedded down at 651 yards. I had to chuckle since I had said to the guide the first day if there was zero wind I’d max at 650 yards.
There was zero wind at the moment the cows got up and started feeding away from us. My guide, Chance, told me earlier if he gets up and goes the other way we back out as we can’t get closer. I looked through my NX8… peaked at my dope card and dialed. The bull stood up looking at the cows…. (We also had a storm that was coming in the next day and it was bad enough we’d have to head back to grand junction according to the outfitter…)
“I’m going to shoot him…” I said to Chance… “no wind, send it” was his reply. I squeezed the trigger and shot. It seemed like a month before anything happened and I thought I’d missed and heard Chance say, “you hit him good shot…” and then I heard the thump of the bullet. The bull ran down the mountain, “range…” I said to Chance, “550…” I peaked at my dope card and shot him again. He still stood there and Chance was worried he’d keep running and told me to keep shooting until he dropped. I shot that bull four more times until he laid down!
Took us a couple hours to hike down and back up to him only 550 yards away. The pack out was miserable to say the least but it was an unbelievable experience!