Today I filled my Ft Rich any bull tag thanks to my friend Mark. Even though it was pouring rain we got up this morning and headed out to Bull Dog trail. We were headed towards an area he knew about and didn't make it there before we stumbled on a cow. Mark started calling and making grunts. I walked up the trail and a nice little bull came charging over the hill towards Mark. Mark had his back turned and didn't see the bull right away. The bull saw him turned and headed towards me. The bull stopped and was still grunting in response to Mark. He gave me a perfect broadside shot from about 30 yards. Took it a clean shot. Thought it was a complete pass through but later found the last 2 inches of the arrow imbedded in his ribs. The rest was never found. He only ran about 50 yards, stopped I took another shot, way underestimated the distance and ended him hitting his front leg. The arrow still fractured the bone as he limped about another 20 yards and then dropped. The cow we had originally seen refused to leave the area. She hung out even after we gutted him and headed back to the truck for the packs. With 1 hour of leaving the trucks this morning we had a bull down. Within five hours we had him loaded up and heading for the processor.
I owe a lot of thanks to Mark, without him, one I might have gotten so lucky, and if I did I might still be out there butchering the moose instead of sitting here typing on the computer having a glass of wine.
This was my 4th day of hunting. I had seen a really nice 50-60" bull in area 412 but blew the stalk. The other two days I didn't see a thing (unless you count spruce grouse and shrews).