Not much of a story...
I was onto a small herd in the morning and I just happened to set up on a trail that a calf and small bull decided to use to feed on. When the herd spooked, I heard horns hitting the trees below me. My gun had an issue, lost a pin that allowed the lever to close, the day before so I decided to head to town to get my gun fixed. My cousin was giving me a ride to my truck when we spotted the same herd below where I had spooked them. When I snuck up on them, I saw the same small bull that I had seen 30 minutes prior. Then the six stepped out. Two shots with my 45-70 and it was all over. My Dad still has a permit...he has never shot a big bull. I wish he could get a shot at one. He told me that he was just as excited when he saw my big bull on the ground as he was when I shot my first deer. Once a Dad, always a Dad...God is good.
