When I was 14 on the opening morning of Elk in Wyoming. We got to our spot in the truck before it was light. We waited until it was almost light and walked another 200 or 300 yards and climbed over a small hill and there were elk all over the place in a large saddle. I could hear bulls all over the place and finally one stepped out of the trees 300 yards up the hill. My dad said hold right behind the leg and in the center of him. When he stepped into the next clearing I shot and all I seen was the elk hit the ground in his tracks, and my dad was soo excited. I used his ruger #1 270 that day.