royalaxation
New member
Went out for my *FIRST* archery season this year and took two horses -- it was also my first horse packing trip -- up into Utah's High Uintas Wilderness. I've hunted the same area the past three years. This year, I had to go deep, 14 miles into the backcountry, to find the animals.
After three days in the field w/out any sign of them, I blew a bugle and got two responses. I formulated a plan to work the wind, took off my shoes, backpack and binos, and approached from upwind. I blew a cow call from about 100 yards out, then ran to close the distance. I couldn't have put myself in a better situation. There were shooting alleys and cover in every direction, and the wind tacked perfectly for me. I pulled up at what I guessed was about 50 yards and this 5x6 bull came running in. He presented a perfect broadside shot and I drew instinctively and let fly, striking him a little farther back than I would have liked, but it was undoubtedly a killing shot. I raced to notch another arrow as he wheeled around and bolted in the direction he'd come in. I took aim again and released another arrow as he ran through an open shooting alley. When I found the bull, I discovered that I *had* hit him twice: my second arrow struck him in his right rear knee. I was SO STOKED! Can't wait for archery season next year.
After three days in the field w/out any sign of them, I blew a bugle and got two responses. I formulated a plan to work the wind, took off my shoes, backpack and binos, and approached from upwind. I blew a cow call from about 100 yards out, then ran to close the distance. I couldn't have put myself in a better situation. There were shooting alleys and cover in every direction, and the wind tacked perfectly for me. I pulled up at what I guessed was about 50 yards and this 5x6 bull came running in. He presented a perfect broadside shot and I drew instinctively and let fly, striking him a little farther back than I would have liked, but it was undoubtedly a killing shot. I raced to notch another arrow as he wheeled around and bolted in the direction he'd come in. I took aim again and released another arrow as he ran through an open shooting alley. When I found the bull, I discovered that I *had* hit him twice: my second arrow struck him in his right rear knee. I was SO STOKED! Can't wait for archery season next year.
