The next morning I headed back to the same area with bulls screaming in the cool morning air. They were bugling from the same area.
I went right back to the same area. I kid you not, I was 115 ft from where I'd missed a bull only 12 hrs earlier, I bugled my loudest, meanest bugle only to have 2 bulls fire back from less than a hundred yards. I screamed back and again the bull to my right got closer. I bugled one more time and got ready. The big 6 by stepped out 5 yards closer thaan the bull the night before dripping in black mud. Again, I drew to anchor, lined up my shot, expanded only this time to watch a perfect arrow appear in his armpit.
The bull spun, I saw my arrow flip out. I bugled at the crashing bull to hear him stop. 10 seconds latter a loud crash followed by labored breathing.
After 26 years of hunting these awesome animals, I'd finally done it!
I was shooting a stalker stickbow with static limbs 55#@29". A ce heritage (sorry surewood) tipped with a cutthroat bh. The bull only went 60 yards. Unbelievable....