Went out in the evening on the 25th to my spot and saw a cranker bull cross in front of me about 200 yards. I couldn't close the distance so I called. I must be a sucky caller because he listened for about 10 minutes then I heard him bolting through the alders away from me. It got dark so I went home and hit it again in the am about 1000. Within 20 minutes I had a respectable bull step out (not the cranker I spotted the evening before), I ranged him and lead him because he had finding a cow on his mind and was not about to stop. I didn't lead him quite far enough and hit him a bit back. My arrow passed through a hind quarter (crappy shot, I know). He was bleeding pretty good, and to my amazement started grazing and slowly walking. I couldn't get closer to him for a follow up shot because there was nothing but open ground between us. I backed out got in my honky-truck and circled around to start my stalk again. I estimated where he may have gone, headed into the woods, and within 50 yards I saw him sleeping in a meadow in the sunshine not more than 20 yards from me. His head was up and I had a perfect neck shot. Not having ever shot an animal in the neck with a bow, I was hesitant and thought about getting him up for a boiler room shot. I decided to let one fly through his neck, did, and he stood up and trotted off 10 yards then stopped. Blood was pumping out his neck with each beat of his heart, but because he was still on the hoof I followed up with a pass through in the lungs. He jumped, turned toward me with his head lowered, and charged at 12-20 yards. I ran like a little school girl ducking behind some trees. He stopped, gave me another attempt to put my last arrow in his lungs, so I did. He fell over. I was able to get my truck to within 100 yards of the kill site (easiest pack I've ever done). After the conservation officer came out to assess the harvest I finished up the field butchering with the head in my truck at 1800 hrs. By midnight I had all the meat cleaned off and my supplies put away. The meat weighed at 658 lbs. The hide was estimated at 130 lbs, which I dropped off at the tannery. The hunt was great. I like doing it solo. The sense of accomplishment after a feat like that is indescribable. The good Lord blessed me with a strong back and meat in the freezer. Good luck to you all!