king' s outdoor world - Index

king' s outdoor world - Hunting Illustrated April/May 2008 - Index

M
y
wife and I have had some
great hunting adventures
together since I met her
35 years ago. Rena grew up in a
hunting family, as did I. She has
been fortunate to have been involved
in several successful hunts, as well
as some not so successful hunts.
One thing about going out hunting
with Rena is that you can almost
guarantee that something is going to
happen. She has gotten herself into
some very interesting situations. She
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is a magnet for good luck. I would like
to tell the story of a previous elk hunt
so that you will get the idea of this luck
thing she has going. A few years back,
the two of us headed out for an evening
hunt to one of Rena’s favorite hunting
spots. We had to walk in about half a mile
down an old logging road to a clear cut,
where we had planned to sit and watch,
hoping for an elk to come out feeding.
Rena picked out her favorite stump, sat
down and got ready. We weren’t there
fi ve minutes when she leaned over and
Rena and Rockie Jacobsen together on another successful hunt
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whispered to me that she could hear
elk walking around below us in the
thick brush. I trusted her, because
after many years of working in the
woods running chainsaws to fall
timber, my hearing wasn’t so great
anymore. However, I still had good
eyes and soon I spotted a young bull
feeding on a bush approximately
two hundred yards straight across
the draw from us. It was a nice 4x4,
a perfect elk for us meat eaters. In
our country, if you see a bull to shoot
you had better take it. The brush is
usually so thick that you don’t get
many chances at seeing another elk.
Rena soon spotted the bull as well and
got ready for a shot. At that time, she
was shooting a 7mm magnum. The
shot was a piece of cake for that gun
at 200 yards. The gun cracked and
the bull was still there. He hadn’t
even fl inched and was still feeding on
the bush. I had her shoot again, and
again the bull never moved. I was a
little louder by now in giving her my
instructions. I halfway yelled for her
to give him another and tried to keep
my cool as best as I could. Rena
wasn’t reloading this time; however,
she was only holding her hand over
her eye. When I looked closer, I saw
that the gun had bumped a little too
hard and cracked her over the eye
with the scope. Blood was fl owing
down her face. As caring as I was,
I instructed her to reload and shoot
again. The bull wasn’t going to stand
there all day. I have never had a bull
just stand there. They are usually two
ridges over by now. Rena looked
up at me with some disgust in her
eyes and asked, “How the heck can