Well me and my dad were out in CO this year. It was my first year and my dad was feeling pretty bad becasue there was very little sign. There was snow that was at least a week old, maybe older, and there were no tracks in it. On monday morning, the third day of the hunt we saw a herd of 10 of them on a mtn top about a mile away, there was a bull with them, but we couldnt tell for sure if he met the point restrictions for CO. But after they went down into a differant bowl we went and looked for a place to sit for the next morning. We found out spot and the next morning after hikeing 2 hours and freezing our a$$s off we saw a herd of them coming towards us. My dad was glassing them and it took me a while to find them but when i did we saw there was a nice bull with them, along with at least 25 cows. My dad shot first, then i shot and he shot two more times. After we shot we checked witht he range finder and it was 390 yds, shooting somewhat downhill. My dad had his doubts if we got him. I was pretty confident with my shot. We walked over there once we stopped shaking and got our stuff together. When we were looking for the tracks of where they were standing my dad said, "well hes right there."
And he was. A great 6X6. We couldnt believe it. It was my first hunt, and my dad's first shot at a bull, in his 10 years going there. I have a picture but i cant get it to upload. When we gutted it we found that my dads first shot grazed the shoulder, my shot got both lungs and the bottom of the spine, and my dads last shot hit him right behind the head. So me and my dad both got a killing shot in on it and we were very happy.