After a long night and a few ups and downs I finally got my bull. This guy came in Monday afternoon at 4pm and I put what I though was a good shot on him. Standing perfectly broadside at 23yds, at the time I would have bet the house that I watched that arrow go right in behind his shoulder where it should have. I called buckman and told him to meet me in about 30 minutes and we would go pick up the blood trail. He showed up and we started in tracking. Found blood right away and started following it. Within the first 40-50yds he had stopped about 3-4 times and there was good blood where he stopped other then that hardly any blood. Found my arrow at about 40yds covered in blood. Needless to say we searched for the next 2 hours and only found 3-4 more little drops of blood. With the lack of snow this year it made it that much worse. At about 7pm we decided to call it a night and come back in at daylight.
At 8 this morning myself, buckman, a buddy from work and my two boys were back on the trail. Things were not looking good at all, even in the daylight we only found a few more drops of blood. After scouring the immediate area we decided to head down hill in the direction he was traveling and split up on a ridge hoping to find him down there.
Well my buddy from work calls me and says I found him, bring your bow he is still alive. Buckman spots him a little bit later as well and I meet up with him and we start stalking in on him. He is beeded down and I manage to get within about 10yds of him, he then stands up and starts walking directly away from me. He turns so that he is quartering away from me and keeps walking. He is heading into some trees so as he is walking I try and stick one in him and ended up hitting him a little low and right behind the rear leg.
Luckily he only goes about another 5yds and stops and turns broadside. But he managed to stop right in the middle of some small fir trees. I take a step to the left and manage to find a real small opening and send another one that hits him perfect. He doesn't even move. After about 10 seconds he starts to get tipsy and took a couple steps and goes down. Well when we get up to him I see that my first shot last night hit him right in the rear ham.
I honestly dont know what I did last night to have shot that far off. I shoot all summer long and I even put about 10 shots (with broadheads) in the target last saturday while shooting with my boys and have been shooting real good. I guess sometimes things just happen that way. I am just glad that with the help of buckman and Ken that we were able to locate him I was able to finish the job. Now I'm gonna go shoot my bow some more before I go climb in the deer stand.
