.......I walk all of 20 yards and stop to let out a bugle, wonder where the 1st bull is since all of this has occurred. I get an immediate answer once again, he is close. This is quickly followed by an even stronger voice but farther back up the hill. That one sounds like the 1st bull that answered tonight. He must be still up with his cows ready for a fight. I soon hear the mews when the bull close at hand bugles again. He steps out from behind a few trees and I shuffle my feet to get behind my own tree. This one is a 4x4, small yet thick, with no mudding of the hide and very light colored antlers. Hmm, he acts like he is rutting but yet......... That thought is thrown in the dirt as he continues his approach. He takes a step or two and stops, I mew sweet nothings softly and he takes a few more steps and bugles again. We continue our evening waltz when he stops 30 yards out slightly quartering to me. I do not like the shot at all as most of the target is covered in bone. He takes a few more steps and and stops between two trees at 20 paces away, BROADSIDE! I am at full draw and just ready to relase when he looks right at me. I sometimes think elk have a sixth sense. I hold and hold until I have to let down as SLOWLY as I can. The only exposed part is my waist up as I stand behind a tree with a horizontal branch at about eye level. It must be good cover as he turns and looks ahead again. I quickly draw focused on "the pocket". I settle my breathing and release. Everything looks perfect UNTIL the arrow gets near the mark. He is 7 feet (measured with my arrow) behind and directly between two trees with smallish twigs/branches above his back. The arrow veers sharply up and to the left and strikes him very high and slightly forward over his shoulder. I quickly and instinctively look for depth of penetration and there is little. Maybe 4"!!!!!!! WTH? He responds with a quick quarter turn and heads downhill and away on a full run. He spins through the forest like a cutting horse rounding up cattle. That sick feeling returns with a vengeance. I try to remain calm but a fear quickly over comes me and I struggle to push away the thoughts. It is sundown and clouded over so the timber is dark even with its sparsity. I set my buyt down and wait a few minutes before going to look at the spot where he was hit.........