On the third day, Matt and I were heading back to camp to pack up so he could go deer hunting. We had about 300 miles to get to my deer spot around home.
We ran into my buddy with the bison tag. He had shot one, and needed help field dressing.
We finished helping him, and started returning to camp, when I spot a bull about 500 yards away on the next ridge.
In this photo, I am stalking the bull. Really hard to see though. I wish my bud would have grabbed my 12x camera instead of using his cell phone!
Anyway, I closed the distance to around 20 yards and got my shot. I dead centered a rib. I only got half an arrow penetration. I shot one more time quick, and missed low!
The bull then took off. We gave him about 45 minutes before tracking. I had high hopes because we did find bubbles in the blood. I was worried that I got only one lung though.
After 500 yards, I spot the bull feeding in the middle of an aspen patch. I sneak into about 15 yards and got another arrow in him. Rats! I dead centered another rib!
The bull went about 50 yards and bedded. I had no way to get close for another shot, then it got dark. I need to add that the bull got up and went into the thick aspens. I did not want to go after a wounded bison in the dark. I heard some horror stories about rifle hunters getting gored bad by wounded bison.