Now with blood in the air, the herd got real excited and the land owner came rushing in with the truck from across the field behind us. We jumped into the back and he haul butt as the big bull decided he'd just stomp us all, truck included.
My bull headed the other way and I could see him stagger as he hit some woods a couple hundred yards out. One of the cows took off after him and the rest of the group came after the truck.
We went through an open gate and turned along a fence, the herd stopped and milled around some at the fence and gate. The blood in the air had them wildeyed. Finally the tractor started down by the ranch house and the buffalo head that way. I guess they were looking for a bale of hay. After they cleared the gate, we drove back through and locked up the double steel gate.
We headed back across the ranch to the place we'd last seen the bull. At about were I'd shot, I asked the ranch owner to stop and let us out. I wanted to follow up on my own if necessary and started on the blood trail through the trees. There was a lot of blood. In fact, I couldn't believe he'd made it this far. After covering the 200 yds to where he was last seen, we spotted him down and out.
Deep breaths of releif were heard from all of us.
The arrow had taken him in the vitals but was angled more forward then I thought. Did it's thing inside but took the jugular vein on the exit side in front of the shoulder. That's where all the blood was coming from. I was impressed with the penetration.
Here's a pic of me and the buffalo (I'm the tall one)
It was fun, exciting and a little scary.
A typical day with Rusty and Jason. LOL
Mike
BTW we had 274# of hanging meat in the locker a couple hours later