With this in mind as we crested the final hill, I reached the crossroads of my elk season... while making our way towards the basin I told myself I wouldn't pass up a guaranteed cow just for the chance to chase that bull... not with only five days left in the season. Moving slowly and glassing as I went, I spotted the elk bedded in full view on the open hillside in front of us. Using a tree as cover Katie and I glassed the elk... we could see two elk, one cow and one raghorn bull. I ranged the cow.... 351 yards. With plenty of time spent with my .300 Weatherby and not a single tree between us and the elk, I knew this was as close as I coould get and that I was well within my range. I took one final look at the small bull and told Katie I was going to shoot the cow... she immediately said "What about the bull?" "We'll get him in a few years", I whispered.