The giant 6x6 bull with ivory tips was less than 40 yards from where I was crouched down. With a brief glance, he looked like the “330 Bull” that we had been watching. His massive antler tips were swaying above the scrub junipers. The cow had just stepped out. My entire body was tense. I was afraid to move. As he appeared from behind the tree, my release was smooth. Was that his antlers or my arrow hitting the tree branch? My heart exploded out of my chest. The bull stepped out again. I frantically fumbled with my range finder and the second arrow launched from my bow and to my despair it flew four feet over the bull’s back. I was numb! Did I hit the bull or the tree? I was shaking with anticipation. My heart sank when I examined all of the smaller branches hidden in the shadows. It was time to head back to camp and regroup.