Now I looking for shooting positions. The bull has stopped behind some trees just across the river. Grant gives another love yodel and the bull crossed the river. "Shit sakes, he's gonna step on the Argos parked down below us."
I find a gap in the trees and use the yoke of my Mystery Ranch to steady myself. He stops. Marcus and Michael are on opposite sides behind me, both filming, each alternating claiming that the bull is visible/not visible from their respective positions.
At 204 yards the bull is mostly broadside and down below. Grant whispers to take him if I want him. From here, instinct takes over. Once I hit the bottom of my breathing cycle, I don't remember the trigger pull. I hear Michael, confirm that it was a direct blow.
The bull lurches forward a step and is now obscured. Grant asks me to keep shooting, in fear the bull walks over to the river to expire. I try to thread one through the limbs. A limb drops to the ground. "Damn it."
I stand up and move right. All I have is his neck and an off hand shot. Grant tells me to try it. I practice a lot off hand shots and I only do them as follow ups. As the crosshairs reach the small gap where his neck is visible, I shoot. With a loud crack, the bull is down. The guys are as jubilant as I am astonished.
We look down to the Argos. The bull is dead about 100 yards from where we parked.
As I walk up, I am as happy, excited, astounded, grateful, and thankful as I could ever be. Wish I had better words. The pics accomplish that more than my scribing.
The guys were equally as excited, happy, and grateful.
