Caylen Wojcik, Magpul CORE’s director of precision rifle training, took a beautiful velvet bull using his PROOF Research TAC II 6.5 Creedmoor with a 24” barrel and a Nightforce Optics ATACR 5-25 with a Mil-R reticle. According to Caylen, here’s how it went down:
“I’ve had a special landowner permit issued for the Silver Dollar unit in WA for three years now, but the animals move so much from property to property I could never hit the timing right, until now. On the evening of opening day I toured the property and saw 6x bulls and around 30 cows. I came back in the morning, set up before light, and glassed likely canyons that fed the springs. By 9 a.m. I hadn’t seen anything, so I walked some canyons looking for any sign. That was unproductive, so I moved to the north slopes of the ranch and spotted what appeared to be about 20 animals bedded way down a slope tucked into a little depression on a steep hillside. The bull I had my eye on the night before was bedded on the edge of the cows. The wind was howling and from where I sat the shot was going to be 960 yards at about 30 degrees down in full value 20+ mph winds. This being my first branch bull, I wasn’t taking any chances, so I bailed for a closer look.
The majority of the stalk was easy. I knew where they were, and with the wind howling there wasn’t any way they could smell or hear me, and it being mid-day and overcast, they were surely bedded for the day. I came up on them with the wind in my face, but by the time I could see the tips of the bull’s antlers I was already within 50 yards and seeing the tops of cows’ heads. So I backed out and circled for a flanking shot. After about 30 minutes I got to where I had to crawl, and from there I made my way to a couple rocks that got me above the grass for a shot from the sitting position using the rocks as a support. The range was 147 yards, and I wasn’t complaining one bit.
He was bedded facing away from me, and every so often he’d turn his head to look at cows. I checked my Natural Point of Aim one last time, and the next time he turned his head, I sent a 6.5mm Berger 140-grain Hunting VLD. He died where he laid, and never even kicked a leg.”