#WapitiWednesday Back before I could find a "real" hat I was guilty of bending brims as well. :) This is my first bull. I took him in AZ after 13 days hunting so hard that I couldn't sleep at night. Bugles were nonstop when the sun was down and it was as if the bulls taunted me as I tried to recharge.
Each day as I hunted, I learned about the animals, their habits and my ability. Each day I improved as a hunter. Each day that ended in failure added more fuel to the fire within that could've just as easily consumed me and ended my hunt as it did propel me to get up and do it again the last day.
The last morning I slipped between this bull and his cows. He worked right to me and my arrow sunk in fletchings-deep tucked behind the shoulder and the bull expired so quickly it startled me.
I sat for probably an hour only 50 yards from my trophy completed overwhelmed with emotion. I couldn't even turn to look at him. I just digested the chain of events and the experience over the last two weeks and how far I had journeyed. I am grateful I was alone when I took this bull because I needed that time to unwind and just get a grasp on what had just taken place.
I expressed all of the above to illustrate a point I tried to make yesterday with a ridiculous exchange I had with a former "friend." This bull scores nothing. He's missing G2s and his whole left tail. He was and is a monumental harvest for me though because he lit a fire for bowhunting that has grown into an inferno! I EARNED this bull. I DESERVED this bull. That day I learned what it took and what an self-guided, DIY archery bull really means. There's no debate or context to manipulate here--just simple irrefutable facts. The harder you work, the more you sacrifice, the more you grow and the more you appreciate and cherish a trophy--regardless of score. Until you've had this type of experience you will never get it. #BowhuntingSUCKS 🤪#WHYWEDOIT #iHEARTelk