On this Montana Elk, I snuck within 20 yards in thick bedding cover on the mountain side. Too thick to shoot, could only see antlers moving thru the trees. Waited for him to get to a 2 foot shooting lane. Wind was right and sun at my back. Dead quiet as he slipped into my open lane. I grunted loudly as his chest entered the window. He stopped and I let the Cyclone fly. Heart shot passed through and he ran off a short distance before piling up between 2 dead fall trees.