Ok I'll Bite, But I is scared to even go here.

Well, It was openning day Of our Oregon elk season and we had been up and down the mountains all day long. We were about 3 miles back and We ran into a group of bull elk, One was a hum dingger of a 6x6 . They were High on a ridge and our legs were wore out from hunting all day But my buddy started after them and I stopped him and I told him there was a road up there and if we hoofed it back to camp we could hop in the truck, drive up there and come down on them. He agreed and we headed for camp. We were walking down a old skid road that was nothing more than a small trail anymore with trees growing up in the middle and lots of blow down, but it was a lot easier walking than the side hill. We came to a creek crossing and Bill stopped he had to take a dump and I told him I would continue to the truck so We could get up there. About a 100 yards from there I glanced down the ridge and I saw something light brown move. I stopped and pulled a arrow from the quiver Of My Mathews Feathermax And Nocked it. It was A large Couger Just laying In the sun near a elk trail that crossed the creek. My senses went into overdrive He was at least 80 yards down hill. The river was makeing just enough noise that he didn't hear me walking down the trail. I took off my boots and began a slow stalk putting a tree between him and I, moveing very slow and just focused on my target. I was calm and determand to take this cat. I finnaly got to the tree and looked around it to see the cat now sitting on his butt faceing the tree licking his paw. He was still 50 yards down hill and a steep down hill at that. There was no more cover between him or I so I took a step back from the tree and drew my bow, I placed the 40 yard pin on his neck and shot. The arrow dropped in perfect hitting the big cat right in the chest and exiting near his rear. I thought for sure it was a heart shot, Had to be. The big tom never seen it comming, he jummped about 12 feet in the air and then ran across a log over the river and disappered about 10 yards the other side of the creek just as he went over some blow down. I then began to shake uncontrolably . I thought to myself Did I just emagin this or did it really happen I kept playing it over in my mind and I could no longer stand I was shakeing to badly. Just then My buddy bill walked up and said He watched the whole thing from the trail, He said it was the cooliest thing he ever saw. In fact he was shakeing too. After about ten Min. we decided he must be dead because he never move again since the shot so we slowly walked up to where we last saw him. I was leading and as soon as I stepped on that old blowdown snag he jumped up and snagged my boot with his right paw. His nail penitrated my Danners and then I jumped back and he laid down again. We didn't want him to suffer so bill worked his way around but couldn't see him . There was a small dip under that blow down and he was in it. the only way was to get up on that log and shoot again. so I knocked another arrow and stood back up on the log slowly shuffleing my feet down it till I could see him at about 2 feet from me. Our eye's meet and I can see his musels tense as he is readying for the attack. I shoot him again threw the side and he attacks at the same time the arrow hit him, The arrow pierced his side in mid air before it was even totaly out of the bow and I began to run backwards holding the bow like a base ball bat. he followed me for about ten feet and then ducked under another fallen tree and died. The shakes then set in again and I couldn't even talk they were so bad this time. After about 20 min of just sitting on the ground we tied it to a pole and packet it the 1.5 miles to camp and took pic's What a hunt. I'll never forget it.