My bull. A small 6x6 but what I was looking for. Had the herd of at least 50 run in to us at 20 yards. As soon as I saw him round the bend, I followed him until had the clearest opening possible. He cut off in front of us and passed at 30 yards but I had no shot. I start running after him and shoot down on him through upper chest area. This brings him to a broadside shot, where I put one in the vitals to anchor him for good. When he tips over he goes 100 feet over the edge of a canyon where he falls as you can see in the picture.
My father didn't get to pull the trigger on any, but he was sooooo close a couple of times. The second evening in the same general area that I got mine, a good looking 5x5 comes out to feed behind a spike. James and I took watch on a ridge, while Heath and Dad move in for a shot. Wouldn't you know it, just 15 yards shy of popping up over the hill, he turns and heads back to where he came from. Dad also had a spike in his sights at 400 yards, but didn't have a good rest to shoot from. We had blast though and am bringing some meat home.
