When I was 17 I was callin in a bull with my dad. I set-up to shoot in a little brush spot that was literally right-on a nice trail. But, the bull we were calling was coming up the hill straight at me, while the trail was cross the hill. Anyway, the bull was comin good and I was ready, focused pretty hard on that bull comin, when I caught a flash of brown out of the corner of my eye. A spike bull (though I had no idea the size at the time) was coming down that trail right to me, twenty yards out. I drew (being literally in the brush I got away with it), and he passed by right on top of me. When his front shoulder went by, I let it go. I kid you not, I actually felt the arrow hit and penetrate the bull, as it was pushed in by my bowstring, pushing my arm backward a tad. That was close.
Another time my dad and I called up a bull that came down the hill on the same trail we were on as we were moving up on a different bull. That bull came down the trail fast, and we barely had time to get off the trail. I chose one side, my dad the other. He some how had the wherewithal to get an arrow on the string and shoot. the hit whirled the bull up on his hind legs, and when his hooves came down they barely missed me. He staggered off twenty or so yards and fell over. I alway tell my dad It was sure nice that he didn't get a pass through, who knows if he woulda got me or not.
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Topic: your closest shot (Read 1215 times)
