I had the best shooting lane to my left and that seemed the easiest path for the bull to take. But bulls never seem to take the route we think they’ll take. They have that uncanny instinct to not make our job as a bowhunter any easier. So, the bull went to my right side, which only had one small opening. This entire episode unfolded in about five seconds. As the bull went past the cedar that I was standing next to, I pivoted my feet and drew my bow all in one fluid motion. When he was at about 10 yards I could see him pretty well through the brush and all I knew was that he had lots of long and massive tines and I was going to shoot him whether he scored 350” or not. In another second, he started to walk through the small opening in the brush that I could shoot through.