Having just recieved the story fresh off the press from Doug, it seems Doug has found the honey spot in Oregon for Coastal Elk.   Two years in a row he has gotten his bull and they seem to be getting bigger each year.  I am putting the story out for all you to enjoy, plus his pictures.  Even the Bwana does not know his secret spot, should have loaned him one of my GPS’s.  Hmm!

“The day had started off like most game days. Driving into hunting area, we were really hoping that no one would want to hunt our favorite elk area. We had gotten through the gate and had not seen anyone; I was hoping we would still have it all to ourselves, in that no one walked into the area. For unknown reasons my lucky star was shining on Tod and me. We got to the first clear cut that we wanted to look at. It was about 10 minutes before daylight. My hunting partner Tod and I went to the edge of the rim to listen for elk talking. We had only been standing there for about two minutes when we could hear elk below us and they were really talking. After daylight we spotted six cows and one dandy bull. We thought that they were going to feed out to the right to the timber. There was a road that came into the bottom on the cut. So we decided that I would go down the timber line on the right, and Tod would get in the bottom on the road so if they ran out he might get a shot. I got down to the first bench, and was in front of all the elk. I had great cover and it look like they were going to feed right across a bench below me. I got to the stump that I thought would give me the best shot and setup to wait. I had only been there for about 5 min when one of the cows must have seen something because she was on the alert. She wanted to go out to the middle of the cut, but she was not the LEAD COW. So they all started looking around, trying to figure out what was going on with the cow being on alert. The LEAD COW decided that she was going to lead them all to the timber. She stared coming just as I had hoped they would. When they were almost straight down the hill from me, she then started to climb the hill a little toward me. Finally they turned broadside again and the bull was the 6th in line. So I pick my spot that I was going to try to get him stopped for the shot. At this time I thought that the shot was going to be about 35 yards. He went behind a stump and I drew my Mathews back and waited for him to move into my lane of shooting. When he was where I wanted him I Cow Called and he stopped just right! I pull in right behind the shoulder and let it fly. The bull took off down the hill. I got my glasses on him and my arrow was sticking high in the shoulder. I watch him go to the timber line and stand for about five minutes. The mortally wound bull than just walk into the trees out of our line of sight. Tod and I decided that we had better give him two hours before we start looking. That was the longest two hours of my life. We went to the road that went into the bottom of the draw. We checked the banks to make sure the bull had not crossed on us. We found the trail that he had went in on with a good blood trail. We had just got in the trees about 30 yards when he jumped up. He ran about 40 yards and that was all he had left in him. My G5s went clear threw the front shoulder and got into the lungs. The best part he was only 40 yards above the road and we got him out whole.”