Hey Moe,

I was right in the middle of the big elk massacre that year. I mean, right in the middle. It was nuts. I had hunted that area before, but I don't get over there much. Apparently, a bunch of folks knew those elk were there becasue it seriously reminded me of a Civil War re-enactment. There were barrages of muzzleloader shots going off. I shot a cow, and then crept into a wrinkle in the landscape and didn't venture out for a couple of hours. Just kept having more and more elk come past me but it was so crowded I didn't even start work on my elk for a couple of hours.

Here's a true story: After shooting my elk, I of course reloaded my muzzleloader and then I settled down into a "bunker" to wait out the fire fight. As I was sitting there, I saw this lady walk out about 30 yards from me, and at the same time there were some elk that she didn't see only about 60 yards from her. I motioned to her and she saw them. She shot, but missed. I noticed that she didn't reload, so I motioned her over and asked her. She didn't kow how. Her boyfriend pointed her down a trail with some speedloaders and she was on her way. So, I reloaded her weapon and told her to sit tight. 10 minutes later another cow was coming by, she stood up and missed it. It took off right past us and I handed her my muzzleloader. she dropped it on the fly at probably 60 yards - lucky shot to the neck. she didn't even think she hit it, she just didn't know where it went. A while later, her boyfrined yelled for her and she yells back. He didn't believe she had an elk down.... True.