Solo Idaho Bull. I shot him 6.2m from the TH- [Never Again, getting him out about killed me]
Spent 7 days in a backpack camp. My wife and I had some crap going on at home I couldn't do over Zoleo so I had to hike out after a few days, and lost a whole day just getting to cell service.
I had a nice 5x bull jump the string on a shot with my recurve on the 3rd day....so when packing back in I switched to my compound assuming it would be another 40+ yard shot- nope, 27y....
I was staking out a wallow and at 9;30 was thinking, "Its hot and its over, what am I going to do until about 7;00" while eating a snack he came walking up a draw 10 steps from me...thankfully I wasn't rummaging in my pack and was kicking back laying almost flat. He looked at me and kept walking. when he got behind some cover I had I grabbed my bow and shot. As I was reaching in my pocket for a call to slow him down, he tipped over in sight 25y from where I shot him. Complete pass through with the good ole NAP Thunderhead.
Boned him out myself -flies were terrible...... many miles of packing, thankfully almost all downhill...... then my buddy rolled in halfway through the second day of hell and he got partway in to a motorcycle trail that saved me about 1/2 the work.
This was only the second branch antlered bull I saw in the renamed, Spike Canyon. Plus, I only had 2 other branch antler bulls on cams- my buddy hunting in another part of the unit had some big bulls on his cams and they shot a nice 5x on the 3rd day. I passed a dozen spikes- some at very close range.
I was in there pretty far reasoning the pressure would push them back to me- Wrong!.... that pressure never materialized.
I never heard a bugle until the night of 9-4 and they were screaming all around my camp- hard to sleep.
