“If You See an Elk, Shoot It!”

Full disclosure and necessary backstory: I’ve never killed an elk.

If after reading that sentence you’re tempted to move on and read something more interesting, hang on a second and hear me out because it’s that piece of information that actually makes this piece worth reading.

Where I grew up in small town Oklahoma, an elk might as well have been an elephant. In my youth and naiveté, I was convinced that every bull in the woods bugled in the Colorado Rockies but those mountains loomed a world away from my world of bullfrogs and BB guns. As I grew up and became more familiar with geography, I figured out that Colorado was actually an easy day’s drive from my home in Oklahoma. Not that proximity got me any closer to an elk hunt, mind you. I had no money to pay for a guided hunt, and I had no clue how to hunt them on my own. Then I met and married a girl that had been raised in the foothills of the Rockies. Surely this would be my chance to worm my way into some prime elk hunting habitat! No such luck. No one in her immediate family hunted or knew anyone who did. The years slipped by, and I resigned myself to the reality that an elk hunt would exist only in my dreams. Between a lack of hunting connections, that pesky, prohibitive income, and my asthmatic lungs, it just didn’t seem possible.

There was one glimmer of hope, but I knew better than to put much stock in it. Since the 1960s, Oklahoma’s wildlife department, in conjunction with the United States Fish and Wildlife Service, has provided an annual controlled hunt for elk in the Wichita Mountains National Wildlife Refuge, but drawing that tag is like winning the lottery. So I more or less put the matter out of my mind.

Then things began to change.

Thanks in part to Oklahoma’s nearly 2,500 RMEF members, the Sooner State’s elk herd grew, and more and more opportunities to hunt wapiti were made available by the wildlife department, culminating in the opening of a statewide season on private lands in 2014. It wasn’t long before trophy shots of hunters beaming behind their homegrown elk began to show up on my social media sites. The bulls being killed weren’t giants, not at first, but they were getting better and better every year. Then young Olivia Parry killed the best typical on the Oklahoma record books in 2016, an elk that stretched the tape to 377 6/8”. The non-typical record was set just a year later when Johnathan Moore downed a bull that measured 371 6/8”. As encouraging as those developments were, though, I still had no access to the private lands where elk were being hunted so I just never gave much thought to shooting a bull of my own.

Until I stepped out of my friend Chandler’s truck a couple of Decembers ago.

“If you see an elk, shoot it.”

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I’d first talked to and hunted with Chandler Henderson after drawing one of Oklahoma’s coveted rifle tags for pronghorn antelope. That draw works the same way the elk draw does, but with better odds. It’s still a once-in-a-lifetime pull, though, and successful sportsmen can never again even enter the drawing. Chandler farms and hunts in the westernmost county of Oklahoma’s panhandle, the Cimarron, and he was kind enough to guide me to a heavy horned goat one September. At his invitation, I made the drive back to the panhandle the first weekend of December during the last weekend of Oklahoma’s rifle season to try to shoot my first mule deer buck, a quarry with which Chandler is well acquainted as he currently holds the state record for the species, a 191 7/8” monster he arrowed back in 2014.

The panhandle of Oklahoma doesn’t look like elk country. It’s so flat that on a clear day and from a good vantage point, landmarks can easily be identified in four other states. There are no snowcapped mountains or aspen rimmed meadows in Cimarron County. There is, however, lots to eat. Elk in the Oklahoma panhandle gorge themselves on a buffet of corn and milo and soybeans and wheat. That’s why the state’s most generous quota for elk, outside of its Special Southwest Zone, is found in the panhandle.

“If you see an elk, shoot it.”

The minute those words came out of Chandler’s mouth I looked down at the rifle in my hands. I was carrying an as yet unbloodied 7mm08, more than enough gun for the whitetail close to home, and plenty for a deep chested mulie, but maybe a stretch for a 700 pound bull elk. I’d packed handloads in both 120 and 140 grains for this trip, but I only had the 120s with me when I climbed out of Chandler’s truck that afternoon, and we were already miles away from his house. I’d be hunting with the 140 grain bullets the rest of the trip, obviously, but I was convinced that fate would lead the bull of my dreams, or even the raghorn of my dreams, across my path that afternoon and I wouldn’t have enough gun to get the job done.

I’m sure Chandler attributed my silence on that first afternoon’s hunt to focus, but in truth, a debate was raging inside me. If I did see an elk, would I shoot, knowing that my bullet might not have enough punch to knock him down? Or would discretion prove the better part of valor and lead me to pass up the opportunity? Would I ever have a chance at an elk again? And would there be a tag available if I did? Would I be able to live with myself if I wounded an elk and couldn’t finish him off? As wide open as the country is in the Oklahoma panhandle, there are enough cuts and draws that an elk could easily disappear, never to be found again. On and on the deliberation continued, until the sun finally set and settled the matter for me. There would be no elk sightings that first afternoon so, thankfully, I wouldn’t have to decide how ethical a hunter I was.

As it turned out, I didn’t see an elk the whole trip. But I’m still wondering about my integrity as a sportsman. I was raised to hunt the right way. My dad worked for and retired from Oklahoma’s wildlife department so it was impressed on me at an early age that we were the kind of folks that hunted legally and ethically. We never hunted out of season or shot an animal we didn’t have a tag for. We wore our blaze orange best and steered well clear of the neighbor’s fence. But I’m still not entirely convinced that I would’ve let a bull elk walk that day, even if it was the right thing to do.

One thing’s for sure, though. My next trip to the panhandle will see me with a truckload of various hand loads and probably three or four different rifles in tow. I’m not about to endure another afternoon of that moral dilemma again. If I ever hear those words from Chandler’s lips again, I’ll be ready.

“If you see an elk, shoot it.”

Will do, Chandler. Will do.

6 comments

  1. My main point is WHERE you hit is more important than What you hit with.
    I have taken Elk with a 30/06, 270,7mm Mag, and 338 Win Mag. The 4 combined went less than 50 yards.
    I never have had to shoot one twice, but never hesitate to shoot one again and again.
    I am not an expert but do get to shoot more often than most. Practice until you have confidence.
    I don’t try long shots like you see and read about. Would they tell about their misses or bad results?
    Use enough gun but it does not take a cannon. No gun or caliber comes with guarantees. Enough said.

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    1. I might add that when I took my best elk which was with a 338, my hunting buddy(who was a better shot) killed a bull after at least 5 shots with a 375 H&H and 275gr Speer Gran Slam. He hit him solid but the bull turned and was walking away, so he shot his front legs out from under him. I’ll never let him forget it either.

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  2. Like you, I’m not sure I would take a shot that Im not sure will will drop the animal quickly. Using a 30-06 / 165 grain: probably wont take the shot beyond 400 yards, but thats just me. I agree with Mr. Joyce. You always hear about the 1000 yard score, but never about the missed, or worse, wounded and unrecovered ones.

    Your Dad tought you well.

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