It got little crazy after I started field dressing the cow. A sub legal bull stepped out of the timber and seemed a bit too interested in what I was doing. I waved my arms, shouted, and revved the wheeler with no effect. I fired a couple of shots into the ground with the 44 and he remained unimpressed. A cow came out of the brush and they milled around about 35 yards away completely oblivious to me. He opted to demonstrate his lovemaking skill by trying to mount her. She was having none of it and headed back into the dark timber. He was a step behind her, hot on her tail.
