After my husband, Steve, had observed this herd of elk taking the same path night after night, longtime friend Jeremiah Upp and I positioned ourselves along the trail. About one hour before dark the action began, there were bulls bugling everywhere! This particular bull came right to Jeremiahs calls, and as he turned to leave, I drew my Mathews Q2. He was quartering to me slightly, but at only 14 yards, I knew I could make the shot. As the shot broke I seen the arrow bury itself to the nock, tight to the shoulder, just as Steve had preached to me all summer long. Thanks again Mathews!