Sounds like a bunch of over anxious, armature, city boy idiots in the mountains. I see it every year.
Some tell tale signs:
They always hunt in huge groups like a bunch of nervous giggling teenage girls going to a public restroom. This herd mentality keeps them boys from getting sceerd way up in them big ole mountains.
They tend to "trash hunt" you know, doing things like using long range non direct fire to spook up game. And using radios to call in marker rounds.
They'll often be carrying them big ole super magniums with some o them big ole super magnium scopes on them. Most likely one of them there fine Weatherby rifles.
Sorry if I sound a bit sarcastic but this type of crap turns my stomach.
It's not the way I operate and I find it to be a disgusting display which gives us hunters a bad name.
Three years ago I witnessed a troop of these scum bags open up on a herd of elk from a paved road across a clearing. There were 8 guys all running around and firing into the herd. After 35 or 40 shots a gorgeous 6X7 bull fell and started rolling down the ridge.
This was about the time I came around the corner. The shooters were all giving high fives and Yee hahing.
I stopped and glassed the hill side the bull lay dead in the open and there were at least two more wounded elk in the trees standing hunched up in the classic been gut shot posture.
I pulled out my range finder and ranged the dead bull at 667 yards. About this time one of the intrepid shooters comes over to my truck and inquires as to how far "his" bull is. I said "What's your best guess" he replied "About 300".
When I told him the true distance his reply was "GOD BLESS THE .300 MAG!"
I asked him what he intended to do about the two wounded ones standing in the tree line to which he hollered "WHICH ONES OF YOU GUYS GOT TAGS!" to his anxiously awaiting brethren just down the road.
He then looked back across the valley which he was now needing to cross to get the elk out which was a 3-400 yard wide marsh which the beavers had dammed up, the water was waist high in most places and it was snowing heavily a wet blowing snow. As the realization of the task ahead started to dawn on him he asked "think you can get one of those horses over there and drag that bull out?"
I just spat into the road, bid the shooter a good day and drove off.
I am sick and tired of this CRAP as I see way to much of it on public ground.
If you want to hunt please do so. If you want to run around like a bunch of juvenile delinquents with over powered B.B. guns PLEASE stay home and shoot beer cans in your back yard!
All these gentlemen in the original post needed to do was sit and wait and enjoy this fine beast until he eventually stood and offered a shot. That would have been a glorious and wonderful outdoor experience to treasure for years to come. It would have provided these “hunters” with a chance to experience elk hunting in it’s most pure and beautiful form. Allowing them observe this bull in all his glory for possibly hours and hours. I can’t think of a greater privilege. Instead they acted like a bunch of rabid hyenas at a water hole with nothing but a kill in mind.