The Big Boys Club

By Kaden McElhinny
Wyoming, 2010, DIY, Public Land
The Big Boys ClubApr/May 2011 EHJ (Issue 124) - It started at around 7 a.m. with, “Hey, there’s a bull!” Those are the exact words I spoke one year earlier on the third to the last day of the season. I had spotted a very good bull but it was 15 minutes before legal shooting light and he was two miles away. How would we ever close that distance? I discussed the options with my uncle, telling him there had to be a road that might get us closer to his location, but he disagreed. I guess to satisfy me, he said we’d give it a try and see what we could do to close the distance.

Sure enough, a few miles up the road a two track took off in the direction we had seen him. We hurried and made it within half a mile of his location, but that still left us with a mad dash toward him, only to find out there was a creek that we couldn’t get across.

The next day, we went back to where we seen the bull, found a way across the creek, and sat atop a high knob overlooking a meadow. We hoped he would do the same thing he’d done the night before, but darkness came upon us and no bull showed up. I had school the next day, so off I went to do what 14-year-olds do - go to school and play sports. My uncle said he would sit there the following night and if he came out he would try and get a better look at him just to see how big he was. Of course, the bull showed up and I wasn’t there.

My uncle figured he was in the 320- 340 range, so we decided we would be there the last day of the season. Again, we watched that meadow but it wasn’t meant to be. Now fast-forward to those words, “Hey there’s a bull.”

“Okay, where’s he at?” I asked. My uncle pointed down the draw a mile or so away to a sagebrush ridge. He already had the spotting scope set up and asked if I wanted to take a look at him. I quickly jumped behind the scope and took a look. I thought it was a great bull and wanted to go after him, but my uncle wanted to sit there for a while and see where he might move to. After a while, the bull dropped down into the juniper-choked draw and was out of sight.

Kaden McElhinny

For a full account of Kaden's adventure, go to page 36 in the April/May 2011 issue of Eastmans' Hunting Journal.