Well before I begin I want to just state the we were very lucky on this hunt. And before you start putting some hard earned change away to do this just remember most elk hunts up here are a lot harder and are a lot less successful. I almost didn't post this hunt because I don't want to encourage people to spend a lot of cash for something that is equvilant of starting with a 2, 6 in poker and trying to pull a 3, 4, 5 out of the blind. This was my third elk hunt and on the other two I saw a total of 1 bull and 6 cows, not to mention they were in one herd heading over a far mountain....
Anyway this hunt almost didn't happen because the boat had to leave Wed night to get ahead of a storm that was pushing 18 foot seas. I had a meeting Thurs morning as did my other buddy. We were able to get a charter flight out Thurs afternoon (after it had been postponed to Friday due to weather) so it was a rush to get to the plane while there was a break in the weather. We flew up through Raspberry straights and cut across the penninsula to Malina bay where the boat anchored up. We spotted the main herd of 90+ elk dead center and were a little concerned that they were too far from the ocean to access. Luck was on our side (pulled the 6, 7) and as we were decending into Malina we spotted 5 bulls about 2 miles from the salt. The landing was a little exciting, but we made it to the boat.
Friday morning had us on the beach a little before first light and the brush wacking began. We spotted the bulls a little further in and worked our way up the mt towards them. They were feeding out in a little grass area surrounded on 3 sides by spruce and the fourth by alder. One of the guys and myself made our way out into the alder and I got lined up on the only bull visible (the 4x4) while the other two went around the spruce to see if they could spot the bedded bulls. We had agreed to only shoot if we had at least 2 bulls in sight. The 4x4 went up into the spruce and not moments later things got exciting as the other bulls busted the other guys. The 5x5 came out and I lined up on him and my buddy lined up on a big spike, 2x2, that came out next. We were shooting out of the alders about 200 yards uphill, the elk were moving across the grass meadow but were somewhat covered by alder tops. We both fired and the herd took off. Things weren't looking good as there weren't any elk on the ground, but the bulls had went up valley then crossed over to the other side. We regrouped and just watched them.
They slowly made their way up over the top and once they were out of sight we busted @ss down through the alders and up that mt. When we crested they were below us about 150 yards. I was in the middle left so that had me lined up on the busted horn bull. I drilled him in the spine and the guy on my left dumped the 4x4. One guy was shooting backup and the other was lined up on the big bull and I think he hit it in the guts or hind, but it was still moving out. I put one through its shoulder and another guy smacked it in the rear quater as it went over the rise. That 5x5 is about as big as they get, and it was kinda cool that it was a group effort bull. Here's the carnage.
Old busted horns
The big boy
We cut up the 5x5 and hauled that out hoping the bears wouldn't move in over night. We spotted one bear at about 500 yards on our way out that ran towards us at the warning shot but then veered to the right at the next shot.