Got some meat yesterday, a little 5x5 raghorn bull. I had parked my four wheeler in the dark about 6:00 am. Walked in to the first clear cut and ran into 4 other guys and two people driving around in a pickup. I headed into the next drainage to get away from the people and ran into the two guys in the pickup again, very frustrated by now. I headed up over a big ridge into yet another drainage where there isn't much for roads. Coming down off the back of that long ridge I caught movement way down below me, then I saw a cow run through. I started down off the ridge and a bull bugled down in the bottom. I was scrambling down through the wet brush and timber cow calling as I went, fall on my butt and slid a few times. I was about half way down to the bottom when I heard some brush break off to my left. I saw a little bit of antler tines to my left, he was about 30 feet away. He stopped in the brush behind some cedar limbs. I found a small patch of brown through the limbs and let loose with the 350 rem mag. He instantly dropped and rolled/flopped down the steep grade another 40 feet and came to rest tangled up in a small tree. When I got to him I heard the bigger bull who had bugle take off after his cows. No matter though the freezer will be full again.
