Flatbow
Well-Known Member
Quite a few year back I was bow hunting one of my usual spots for Elk and called in a 4x5 bull and took about a 12 yard shot just slightly quartering towards me so I held tight to the shoulder with my Recurve bow. The arrow just barely nicked the leg bone but was enough to angle the hit off enough to only hit one lung and liver. Not knowing this at time of the shot I took up the track and caught up to him laying in some relatively open timber for North Idaho watching his back trail.
Bad angle for a shot so I sat down on A log to wait him out. Two to three hours later he really struggled to get to his feet and take a leak then he turned to walk to some thicker trees to bed back down in and gave the angle I needed for a shot. Shot was deflected and missed, the bull slowly walked away in really rough shape. I made a high arc up the ridge in plans to get ahead of him and ambush.he never showed.
I went back to last place of blood close to were I had last seen him. Found whare he cut down off the main trail and cut back under were we where. (Critters are crafty). I was just about to step up and over a hump in the trail caused buy a big clump of vine maple when the Bull stood up from a dip in the trail just 5yrds in front of me facing away but looking back over his shoulder at me. I took a step up on a rock to try to get a better angle for a shot and the Bull spun towards me in an instant with a loud snort and head down full charge!. I dropped my recurve and arrow and was trying to run backwards up the ridge through thick Huckleberry brush. I tripped and fell on my but about the same time that I drew my 357 revolver off of my pack hip belt.
Sitting on my butt about two yards or so off the trail with my revolver aimed right between that Elks eyes that stopped on the trail just off my feet. I could hear him weezing air out of the hole that my arrow put in the side of his chest and blowing snot and blood out of his nose close enough to cover my legs from my knees down! To this day I still have know idea why I didn't pull the trigger but that Elk and I just stayed just like that for at least 4-5 minutes. (Seemed liked 20). He finnally slowed his breathing bobbed his head a couple times then turned and walked back to were he was bedded when I bumped him. He stood there for another 10 minutes or so weezing and swaying then finnally fellover dead.
I was still laying on my back in the huckleberry brush and I remember thinking "did that really just happen". I sat up and sure enough my lower legs were covered in snot and blood!
Bad angle for a shot so I sat down on A log to wait him out. Two to three hours later he really struggled to get to his feet and take a leak then he turned to walk to some thicker trees to bed back down in and gave the angle I needed for a shot. Shot was deflected and missed, the bull slowly walked away in really rough shape. I made a high arc up the ridge in plans to get ahead of him and ambush.he never showed.
I went back to last place of blood close to were I had last seen him. Found whare he cut down off the main trail and cut back under were we where. (Critters are crafty). I was just about to step up and over a hump in the trail caused buy a big clump of vine maple when the Bull stood up from a dip in the trail just 5yrds in front of me facing away but looking back over his shoulder at me. I took a step up on a rock to try to get a better angle for a shot and the Bull spun towards me in an instant with a loud snort and head down full charge!. I dropped my recurve and arrow and was trying to run backwards up the ridge through thick Huckleberry brush. I tripped and fell on my but about the same time that I drew my 357 revolver off of my pack hip belt.
Sitting on my butt about two yards or so off the trail with my revolver aimed right between that Elks eyes that stopped on the trail just off my feet. I could hear him weezing air out of the hole that my arrow put in the side of his chest and blowing snot and blood out of his nose close enough to cover my legs from my knees down! To this day I still have know idea why I didn't pull the trigger but that Elk and I just stayed just like that for at least 4-5 minutes. (Seemed liked 20). He finnally slowed his breathing bobbed his head a couple times then turned and walked back to were he was bedded when I bumped him. He stood there for another 10 minutes or so weezing and swaying then finnally fellover dead.
I was still laying on my back in the huckleberry brush and I remember thinking "did that really just happen". I sat up and sure enough my lower legs were covered in snot and blood!