Searching for an elk

Christian Quested had a bull elk lined up in his site, took a shot and the bull suddenly disappeared. It didn't do anything. I said, I don't know. Maybe it was a bad round. He had loans for this custom rifle. It's a 300 win mag, but it's ceded quite a bit longer than a standard Sammy load. And it's kind of the other fun thing about hunting is guns can be hot rotted like cars, so I agree we'll hike over there. So it's pitch black by the time we get there and we're walking around and we see no signs, no blood circle out for 30 40 minutes just to make sure that he wasn't laying down some more and we couldn't find them. You know, I had to accept I missed and I was like, We were wondering why. And I walked right back to where he was standing. And even though there was literally no perceivable wind in this valley, the whole thing kind of collected what was moving and it went right up this narrow draw. There he stepped down and probably 30 mile an hour wind straight up. And so you couldn't see it because the grass wasn't wiggling left or right or anything. He had no idea was there. And so I'm sure I went to right over the top. I mean, that would have been 12 14 inches of additional elevation because of the wind blowing that angle. So I missed and we had to laugh it off a little bit and then figure out how to get home because we'd never been over on that ridge. Yet we made a bad guess which way to go, and I don't think we got back to our tent. So about midnight. Disappointed, exhausted. But I got to remind you, Christian is one heck of a hunter, so it happens to the best of us.