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Let me begin by saying that for years I could not stand that "everyone" started naming elk!! Well now here I am...... At any rate this story started last year when I harvested the "chapstick bull". He was named this because we had bulls going good to the West and East of our camp. We flipped a chapstick in the air to decide which way to hunt that day... Hence the chapstick bull..... My hunting partner Maiocco also harvested a good bull last year on the same hunt.. Which brings us to this year. After hunting for 10 days and calling in and passing on many bulls that were just not what I wanted, and 3 separate encounters with a 380 bull that did not turn out in my favor, we decided to change tactics. Manny (my hunting partner) and I had a conversation.... I said " I am tired of calling in all these bulls that are just short of what I want to shoot". Manny agreed and said, "if it was my hunt I would glass until I found the bull I wanted, and then hunt just him, Might not be as much fun, but a better way to kill a good bull" we agreed and off we went that after noon. Another friend in camp had purchase an apple pie in town that day, and reminded us that it would not be eaten until a good bull was killed. After glassing a hillside for awhile we glassed up two average (300) bulls. Manny said I have a better bull down and to the right.. After looking him over for several minutes I made the call that although he is not the 380 I had been chasing I would be pleased with this bull. At that point I told Manny, " If you can call me that bull I will serve you apple pie tonight myself!!" Manny said, "well then, that's his name; "The apple pie bull". We watched this bull slowly moving to the north 1/2 up a mountain. We ran 2 miles to get ahead of him and hiked up to what we thought would be the correct elevation on the hill. Manny started softly calling to him and he would answer back, but way off. Slowly but surely the bull was coming in. Manny worked his magic, and let me tell you Manny is the best caller I have hunted with!!! (Thanks Manny, don't let it go to your head)... After 45-min to an hour the bull came in bugling and looking for his next girl friend. He stopped quartering toward me at 47 yards. Whack!!! He spun, fell to the ground, got up and ran over another finger running down the Mountain. We found the fletched end of the arrow where he fell. Manny told us to look for blood at the shot, and he was going to walk to the top of the finger and look for blood. After maybe two minutes I hear Manny shouting!!! I sprinted up to him and put glasses on the bull. He was dead less than 4 min. after the shot.... I want to thank Manny for putting in a ton of miles and hard work with us on this hunt two years in a row... Thanks bud..... I know that I will probably not draw another elk tag for years, but it has been a great couple of years...... Now, time to get my kids on some good hunts... Thanks for reading, Whitey