My partner and I left from Kodiak in 15 Achilles inflatable raft wearing survival suits. We took an EPIRB, flare pistol and a marine/avaition radio with us for safety. Took 2 hours in relatively calm seas to get to our hunting spot. Saw several elk on the distant hill right at night. Set tents up and dragged the boat for 45 minutes above the high tide line. Lucky for us we arrived at dead low tide! Got up the next morning and saw a nice fresh set of bear tracks right near the tents. Saw him up on the hill side later, nice dark chocolate bear. Located a few loner elk across the canyon we were hiking up but impossible to sneak on. Continued up the canyon and heard a bull bugle. Located the herd and sneaked down in on them. Watched the herd bull bugle and chase a few satellite bull out of herd. Could not get any closer, too many eyes and vegetation to loud and not quite tall enough. Took a 300 yard shot with my .338 win mag with a 4X scope and missed. The herd bunched up and did not know where the shot came from. After a few minutes the herd bull got pissed off and started running sattelite bulls back out of the herd. While he was running these other bull out away from the cows he left himself wide open for another shot and I dropped him. The herd still did not know wher the shot came from and started walking towards us. As I was celebrating my hunting partner noticed the bull getting back up. I shot again and missed and my partner told me to hold on he was walking right towards us. I waited until he was 150 yards and drilled him right between the eyes. He was walking with his head down right towards us. He reared back and dropped. The herd continued right towards us and filed one by on at about 70 yards. There were 12 other bulls and 25 or so cows. There were a few 5X5's some rags and spikes. Most of the elks head gear were busted up pretty good. One 5 point had a horn broke off above his second point. They were not in a real hurry to get out of there. After they all walked by we went down to the big bull. He was laying there with his eyes closed not moving and I grabbed his left horn. All of a sudden his eyes opened and stood up and I thought he was after me. I ran like a little sissy girl. My partner had my rifle and was standing there laughing at me. He said he wish he had a video camera. He fell right back over and put two more rounds in to his neck for good measure. After I checked my pants we celebrated and came to the realization that the work has now begun on this huge animal. We quatered him out and put all the meat on a tarp away from the kill site just in case a bear came over for a look. Luckily enough one did not. We boned out the quarters and skinned the head and took off the bottom jaw to reduce as much weight as possible. It took 2 of us two trips a peice to get 333 pounds of meat and the head 2 miles to the beach. Since the weather was still nice we went back to camp, broke every thing down and threw it in dry bags loaded the boat and went and picked up the meat. We dawned our survival suits again and headed back to Kodiak. We saw humbacks and hundreds of sea otters. It was a a good ride back. We hid a rock and did not mess up the motor too bad and got a hole in one pontoon from a buckle chafing while holding down gear. We limped back to Kodiak all in one peice though. We were gone 26 hours truck to truck on the hunt. We saw a few shooter Blacktail deer but did not want to get stuck in bad weather in our little boat. I want to tank my partner and the Coast Guard in Kodiak for patrolling the waters and Air of Unit 8 and knowing that if you do need help they are well trained and are there for you if you do get into dire straits!