@budlight you sure it wasnt a doe with antlers
My first ever elk was the same thing. You could hear them bugling all over the valley but it's so thick that you never see them. Walking down the game trail I hear something coming towards me, so I drop down across a log for a solid rest. Mr Elk pokes his big rack head out of the brush and stops as he sees me. We have our eyes lock on each other 40 - 50 feet away. Being 12-13 years old I didn't check for genetila or think about the scope being two inches higher than the barrel sighted in at 200 yards.
We have our eyes locked on each other trying to decide our next move in that instant of time. I put the cross hairs right between the eyes and pull the 30-06 trigger. He ran probably a 1/4 mile down hill and my Dad was ****ed because we had to 1/4 it up and pack it to the truck. He made me drag the head up the mountain and I probably didn't weight 90 pounds. The bullet hit him in the nose, passing under the skull and out the back of his neck. Massive blood trail. I felt bad about not getting a bang flop. It was a lifetime lesson. I've let lots of stuff go over taking a bad shot. I have had more unfilled tags than succsessful I was Born in northern Idaho and they used to close school for hunting season opening week!