Here’s an amazing story by our reader, Bryce.
We arrive at Mr.. Shaffer’s lodge and quickly get acquainted with one of his other clients who would be hunting the same day. We also meet the wife of one of Steve’s guides. Mr. Shaffer comes in, and after talking to us briefly, tells us that a neighbor had spotted a large herd of elk grazing in the flats. This of course gets me pumped, and my common sense goes out the window. After they get me straightened out and in the truck, we finally head out. After driving awhile, we see the vast herd of elk not too far off the highway and plan our attack
Deciding that our chances of driving within reasonable shooting distance are slim we drive to a swampy area and wait for the elk to come. Steve blows a few times on his call, and this brings a nice five-point bull out of the woodwork. When I see the beast running toward me I stick my gun out the window (which is legal if you are disabled and have the proper card).
By this time my dad sitting next to me can hear my heart beating. The bull runs down a draw between us. I was getting ready to blast him as soon as he reappeared. I never got the chance. He caught wind of us, turned and ran. The other bank of the draw was too far for a safe shot. We decided to leave the elk alone the rest of the day and try to kill one the next morning.
The following morning we were up and driving to a nearby cafe before the crack of dawn. After breakfast we stay around because our hunting area is close by. We get to the swamp just as it starts getting light, but there are no elk in sight. We wait there for an hour or so, blowing occasionally on the elk call, but to no avail. We then drive around looking for elk. We see some, but not long enough to shoot.
As we head back to Mr. Shaffer’s lodge for lunch, he stops suddenly and gets out his binoculars. After verifying what he saw, he says that there is about 200 head moving long a ridge. So we turn off and go four-bying until we come to an area where we expect them to come back through. Nothing happens for quite a while, so my dad gets out and goes to push them up.
A long time later we see a nice muley buck come running over. Steve guesses correctly that he was pushed out by the elk herd, which soon shows up. The elk proceed in fairly distinct groups?first a few spikes and cows, then more cows and spikes. Finally I see just a glimps of small six-point bull, but he isn’t dumb enough to stop for me and I don’t feel comfortable taking running shot. Just when I thought I’d blown it and let the whole herd go by without shooting, one last cow comes running through. I couldn’t get my cross hairs on her until Mr. Shaffer called her to a screeching halt at 100 yards. I drop her right there.
Bryce Fauskee, 15, was a 1999 recipient of the Youth Hunter Skills and Stewardship Award presented by the Wyoming Game and Fish Department�s Wyoming Hunting and Fishing Heritage Expo. This award is presented annually to two Wyoming youths who have demonstrated achievement toward excellence in citizenship, wildlife stewardship and ethical behavior in hunting, shooting and outdoor-related activities. As a winner of the Youth Award, Bryce recieved the the guided elk hunt described above courtesy of outfitter Steve Sheaffer. �This was my third elk hunt, but my first successful one,� Bryce stated. He took the animal with one shot from the 7mm Weatherby Rifle he was presented by Weatherby Foundation International. An Eagle Scout, Bryce was born with a disablility that requires him to walk with braces and crutches or use a wheelchair. He lives in Powell, Wyoming.