If you get ever have a chance to hunt Buffalo in Wyoming, wear your running shoes.
Once spooked they can get across country like no animal I have ever hunted.
We spooked a heard of 4 giant bulls right off the bat. They ran up the side of a hill and out of sight. Figuring them to stop on the other side we took off after them only to discover they had crossed the valley on the other side plowed threw a 5 strand bobwire fence and were topping out on the hill a mile away still loping along like we were shooting at them.
3 hour’s and a couple of mile’s later, we thought we had them cornered as we watched them feed into a deep canyon. As I made my way to the mouth, the guide circled to the top, hoping they would catch his scent and turn back past me. It worked kind of, except for the fact they came loping down the trail I was laying on instead of the one 20 yards below me.
I’m not sure who was scared the most when they popped up out of the canyon right on top of me but there was never a chance for a shot as they spun and ran up the hill.
My feet were raw and my chest throbbing 2 hours later as we lay on top a hill and watched the Buffalo cross a deep cut in a valley floor below. The plan was made for me to drop down into the 10’ deep cut as the guide circled back and tried to reverse the Buffalo.
The only hitch to our plan was the Buffalo came pouring into the ditch at a full gallop. As the giant beast crashed down into the cut I was on full auto pilot drawing my bow and swinging on the closes one as he started up the bank. There was a loud crack as the Razor Cap tipped shaft smacked into his side. We watched as they galloped out of sight over the next hill the bright yellow fletching shinning in the sunlight. It took us about 2 hours to hike back to the truck and another to locate my buffalo. When I got to him I was amazed at the size. I have seen lots of them standing out at a distance but the sheer size of one on the ground is overwhelming.