Dude, they don't even need corrals for freak pets like this. You know how to call a bull like this in? You whistle, call his name out, and shake the old coffee tin with some oats in it. Upon hearing his name, the "elk" that is being called will start thinking about candy apples and oats and come running. When he is within range, the "hunter" reaches out and clips a lead rope onto the bull's halter. He then walks said "elk" over to the tractor, ties the lead to the front of the loader, and delivers the coups de grace.
Once the ear tag is removed the "hunter" celebrates his kill, because that is what high fence hunters do; they choose not to hunt but only to kill. I'm not beyond taking pictures of my own harvested animals but do so knowing that I have hunted hard for wild game in a fair and sporting manner. Furthermore, I'm always relieved when I finally know that I will have a freezer full of high protein, low fat, wild meat for the winter. Did the guy who killed this oversized poodle really post these pictures on the website back in the day?