As he put his head down to feed, I was able to find a shooting lane through the thick brush. I didn’t have time to use my rangefinder and it seemed like I held my bow forever. I was determined not to rush and make a bad shot. Upon finally releasing the arrow, I heard the unmistakable sound of the arrow connecting with the bull only 40 yards away. The bull quickly whirled and ran around to my left. With the light fading and the shot taking forever to go off, I did not see where the arrow hit. This concerned me but I was still cautiously optimistic, as I knew the shot felt good and I was able to verify the distance with my rangefinder afterward. Right off the bat we were able to find blood, just a short 20 yards from where I had hit him. After a relatively quick tracking job, Carl got my attention and pointed to my dead bull laying just 30 yards ahead of us.