I've had a tough time closing the deal with a bow for the past couple seasons, so it is with great joy I announce.
I GOT ONE!
Big bull, 7x6, it all happened too fast. One moment I was tromping through the woods looking for water and thinking about lunch, the next I saw a bull, hit the hoochie, and had to race to get an arrow on before he ran me down. As he hit 40 feet and cleared a tree I drew and he saw me and whirled away. I made a couple of quick, half-arsed mouth cowcalls and stopped him at 22 yards. He actually stood there while I eased two steps to the right to clear a tree blocking my shot. How freaking lucky can you be? That never works!
The arrow was well placed but only appeared to be stuck in about 10" as he ran, so I settled in for the long wait. I heard a major crash about 100 yards away, but I sat there for 2 hours pondering the dreaded one-lung hit. On getting up to track I found my arrow, and JOY!, the bubbly blood was a good 20" up the shaft. The bull lie where I heard the crash. Forty yards from where he laid was his last wallow - still riled - and his last rub.
Now I've got two days of hard packing left - brought the first load out today - here in MT. This really was a lucky one. I think he'll gross about 320 and he's a brute, but I'll get back to you on that.
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Quit whinin' or quit huntin', they don't go together!! Reese
When they outlaw guns...I'll be an outlaw! Reese
A .380 in your pocket is better than a 45 in the truck! Stolen
"IN GOD WE TRUST"
Time to Celebrate!
