First bull tag, first bull
I have been sitting at my favorite little waterhole for years hunting cow elk and this was the first year I was drawn for a bull tag. I didn’t use a call, was just sitting in a ground blind at my little waterhole, about a half a mile from camp. This bull just walked in silently all by himself, not a peep, caught me off guard. I was so nervous I couldn’t get my Mathews Mustang bow pulled back at first, as I was shaking way too much. I had been practicing with my Mathews Mustang from the sitting position in preparation for this moment, and had to give myself a real quick pep talk. I was able to compose myself and gave the bull time to get to the waterhole, when he put his head down to drink, I was able to get pulled back and let her rip seconds later. This bull had no idea what him, I couldn’t even hear my bow as I released. He was 35 yards away, I could tell it was a good hit immediately, when he ran off he wasn’t able to keep his head up. He ran about 175 yards away, and the rest is history. He scored a 323 and I’m still on cloud nine!