This is how Uncle Ted describes the hunt in his article.

In one smooth ballet of archery motion, I swung on the massive shoulder of this new bull, said my prayer for the wildthings just as his huge foreleg stretched ahead, and in an instant my all-white arrow covered the 35 yards straight into his upper leg on a direct path to his pumpstation. I have never heard such a sharp WHACK in all my WhackMaster life, and the monster bull slammed to the ground like he was pole axed by a .460 Weatherby Magnum! It was stunning to say the least.

The instantaneous dirtdive put him nose first into a heap in the frosty Texas puckerbrush of bluestem grasses and scrubby vegetation. It was awe-inspiring. On video you will see how he wildly bulldozed himself for 40 yards with only his hind legs driving him on. At the same moment, he stood back up at 70-plus long yards out, and my second white arrow was already on its way, connecting on video for the whole world to see. It hit in the exact same spot as the first arrow, only on the left side this time.

Once again, the 500-grain arrow knocked him off his feet, the razorsharp Magnus four-blade Stinger broadhead slicing clean through the rock like leg bone, penetrating the heavy chest and cutting straight into the beast's heart from the opposite side. WOW! Ronnie and I were dumbfounded and stared silently at the now quiet brushline of brambles whence the beast had vanished from.

We rejoiced a short while later at sharing a most moving moment in time. Recovering and handling the animal on film had a life of its own, certainly solemn. Examining the two arrow hits was something we will never forget, and we remain humbled by the entire episode. I'm sure that everyone who sees this on TV or tape will feel the same awe we did right then and there. There are many lessons to be learned with each hunt and particularly with each kill.

I guess he could have hit it where ever he wanted, just would have had to cahse it around the enclosure.Can you feel it,can you feel the spirit.