Guest Author: Ernest Chavez
I had no cover, so I just stood there, nocked an arrow and tried to catch my breath and compose myself. The bull continued to bugle and started raking the ground with his antlers. To my surprise, he started walking right at me, at 30 yards I drew. At 20 yards, I let the arrow fly and buried it in the sweet spot. It was then that I knew I would need some help.