It was a chilly thirty-six degrees in Park City Utah with a nice blanket of snow on the ground for the hunt. I had just received my Mathews Triax three days before the hunt and had spent those days shooting arrow after arrow to ensure that I was as lethal as possible. I knew I was going to be hunting one of the oldest and toughest animals to roam North America, the American Bison. I have been on hunts all over the world from Namibia and West Africa to the frozen tundra of the arctic circle but I had never hunted this large of an animal with a bow. I watched hours of videos of other hunts for buffalo and bison trying to study and learn more about all of the possible outcomes. I had driven 650 miles the night before and slept off and on for three to four hours. The excitement and adrenaline were taking over and I wondered if my forefathers had felt the same before a hunt for this prehistoric beast. I knew that I could make a clean ethical kill with my new Mathews Archery Triax and BloodSport arrows. Before I arrived at the hunting area I stopped and pulled my Nomad outdoors gear in the Mossy Oak Mountain Country pattern and got dressed and plugged in my portable scent crusher device. I knew I would have no problem blending in with the low trees and scrub brush powdered in the snow. I have been wearing Mountain Country all season long and had already fooled a couple of bears and a plethora of pigs and deer. I began stalking a group of good size bison with a couple of big bulls but every time I broke the 70-yard range they would trot off in subtle defiance of my goal. I eventually came over a low rise in the terrain and spotted the bull that I knew in my heart I wanted to go after. With the cold wind and light snow blowing in my face I crept from brush pile to brush pile and managed to get to 40-yards from the bull. I waited for a young calf to block his view before coming to full draw and waited for my shot. After the calf cleared the big bull I seized the opportunity I had and let my grave-digger tipped arrow fly. My bow was so quiet that no other bison in the herd spooked or ran off they just kept grazing and walking about. When my bull started to go down with bubbly blood coming from his lungs, letting me know I had made a clean kill. After 10-yards the bull laid down and this is when the rest of the herd alerted that something was off. The other bulls began to surround him and stood guard until he died. Walking up to that bull and putting my hands on his big burly body and horns was one of the most intense experiences in my life. I was suddenly hit with the emotions of realizing that I had very much just followed the footsteps of my forefathers in hunting North America's largest land mammal. I ended up needing to buy and new 20-cubic foot freezer and my bull filled it to the brim when my girlfriend and I finished processing it all. I could not have been more happy with the performance of my equipment and how well the Mountain Country pattern kept me hidden. This was a hunt that I will never forget and I will look upon the shoulder mount of this bull for the rest of my life and remember the experience of it all.
Congratulations man, that's a dream hunt! Great Bull I hope your sponsorship pushes work out for you Written on my Samsung laptop sitting on my Rooms To Go couch
It looks like someone rolled out some hay bales just over that low rise in the terrain and just beyond the brush piles. That was lucky! That's a lot of bull.
I very much enjoyed reading this post on my IPhone 8 Plus whilst sat in traffic in my 2017 Dodge Ram 5.7 Hemi. Lol
I read that with my foster grant reading glasses on sitting in my Lazy Boy recliner drinking a budwiser platinum while my vizio TV is on in the background.
Congrats! oh sorry I meant: As I sit here on my local Depot folding chair in Minus33 boxer briefs, Sonoma sweats (and slippers), looking at my Acer lcd display I cannot help but realize how smooth my Logitech mouse works to allow my smooth scrolling through your story. As I utilized my Ray Ban perscription glassware (from local Pearle Vision) to start your story, I quickly realized I needed some healthy sips from my Famous Grouse glass of scotch residing on my Ikea desk, separated only by the Target coasters the wife got me....anyways nice job. (typed with a Logitech wireless K400r keyboard)
Lol. I do believe there is a wild herd of Buffalo in Utah, but it takes many, many points to draw.....I also don't think there is straw rolled out for them. Congrats to the OP on the freezer full of meat though. It'll eat great regardless of anything else, just next time leave the brand plugs out. Sent from my LGLS992 using Tapatalk
