Thae last one I shot was a gift and one of the strangest things thats happened to me in the huntng fields. I was hunting on a friends Ranch in Wyoming. I drove down this fire road to get to a meadow that I wanted to stake out near a water hole. I stopped to open a gate and was about to drive through when this Bull Elk came walking down the trail. I had my Contender in 35 Remington in the cab. I took it out of the pistol case and put a shell in the chamber and laid down on the ground in the gate opening. The Bull was intent on watching something that I couldn't see off to his right. He walked to within 70 Yards and was still walking when I pulled the trigger. It hit him in the center of the chest and he dropped in his tracks. To this day I don't know why he never even looked my way. Maybe he had cought a scent off in the distance. Anyway I don't expect I will ever bag one that easily again. About an hour later the land owner who had heard the shot came out with a couple horses to see how I was doing. Tghat hunt was over. I rember thinking when is he going to look this way then head for the north forty.