“Should I bugle at him?” whis-
pered my dad.
“Might as well,” I replied. “As
fired up as he is, it might work.”
My dad let out a bugle, and the
bull fired back almost immediately.
A few moments later, my dad bugled
again. This time, when the bull bu-
gled, it felt as if the ground was shak-
ing. The bull was close and coming
closer, fast.
“Draw your bow!” my dad whis-
pered. In that same moment, I saw
ivory tips bouncing over the weeds,
coming directly at us, less than 30
yards away. At 10 yards, the bull
poked his head out of the weeds and
made eye contact with us. We were
all frozen in a stare-off, and while
my pin was on his chest, his chest
was covered by brush. Soon, the bull
whirled, and I was unable to stop
him for a shot.
The Pursuit
As the bull began herding his cows
into the tall patch of weeds, my dad
grabbed me and whispered, “We’re
going in there!” We stayed low as we
moved through the vegetation, letting
The author narrowly missed his first shot
at a Super Tag pronghorn buck, but he
nailed this one with his second.