For a few seasons there was a short but intense elk season in my area that became know for producing exceptional bulls. Although short, it coincided with the height of the rut and provided some very competitive hunting. Occasionally when a big bull bugled it would be descended upon by a number of hunters and many shots would ring out. In these cases, often the first person to arrive at the carcass and claim it became the owner - but not without an argument. On one occasion a friend of mine won the race, straddled the downed animal, and pulled his knife to cut the animals throat, with the full intention of reinforcing his claim. Unfortunately, the bull wasn't quite dead. Fortunately, my friend had some rodeo experience and it was put to good use in the moments that followed. The mighty effort by the bull was short-lived because my friend weighed over 250 pounds and the wounds it received were substantial, but after the story got around the rest of us were spooked big time. Approaching downed animals, especially large ones, is dangerous. I've seen badly wounded moose turn and drop their heads as if to charge when discovered in their hiding place, requiring quick follow up shots. This may be why I have never tried bow hunting.