That was quite a deal, Spud! How that hunt happened is funny, too. Do you reckon someone in your camp unknowingly spooked the elk and ran it to you?
As an example of Karma, I was hunting deer in western Illinois with a group of fellas I worked with. They used me for their dog and deer driver because I carried an over and under 12 GA while they had pump and auto shotguns.
The weather was terrible, never stopped raining until the last day in the afternoon. We never saw a deer and I was getting very unhappy until the weather cleared and the sun came out.
My fellow hunters decided to switch to rabbit hunting so they loaded up with shot shells, fanned out, and had a rabbit drive through a long field of weeds alongside a picked cornfield that ended at a Mississippi River bluff.
I was still out of sorts for being their dog so skipped the rabbit hunt and double timed to the end of the field and climbed a tree, in hopes they would run a deer to me. Unknown to them, that's exactly what they did. They had no clue until they heard me shoot. I was the only one of the party that killed a deer that season, a nice fat doe.