There’s a few on here that claim they’ve never had something go wrong.
There’s 2 kind of people that make that claim. Ones that haven’t killed much, and liars.
Originally Posted by MIKEWERNER
elkmen,
I think it was 1992….. close to Eagle, Colorado……lost a bull.
Got up high early….watched a string with two bulls, still low. They were on their way up when a red S10 came up a two track and thumped the big bull. Smaller bull followed cows and transferred to the next drainage, hastening their exit, up.
After a prolonged sprint….got into a strategic position. Thought everything worked great. Shot felt good, bull dropped, then back up and quickly gone.
Didn’t shoot for the front shoulder…..but it appeared to be low shoulder bone at the shot site.
We try to avoid the front shoulder, always.
Was not shooting a premium, then. Live and learn.
7mag. Around 250 yards. Blood about a half mile…..many different tracks.
Searched the area the rest of the hunt, for that animal only…..still have the bones in a baggie, sitting with past whistlers. A humble reminder.
Originally Posted by elkmen1
" MIKEWERNER Holy Cow! Kinda feel like we just got took to the woodshed!
As a bowhunter........I avoid the front shoulder like I do California. But.......check the comic books.......there are lungs behind those front shoulders. Broadheads + heavy bone = bad. Light, frangible bullets + heavy bone = bad."
Mike, when you shoot them in the lungs or heart they run. And most likely out of sight, I want them planted right close to where they were when I pulled the trigger. Most of the country I hunt in is very steep, if they clear the ridge line in dry fall conditions, there is a good chance you may never see them again. I lost one bull that I shot in the chest, at 150 yards while laying prone on the adjacent ridge line. He went right down, and followed the law of gravity towards the timberline. Just before he got to the timber, he found his footing, bolted into the timber, and was followed by a large number of his brethren, who cleverly covered up his tracks. After two hours and darkness fell upon me, I walked out the three miles back to the trail head. I punched my tag and went home.
