mlycrzy
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My wife killed her first bull on the opener of the LE muzzy hunt this year. We are originally from NV and the opportunities to hunt bulls in the rut is slim. All of the elk hunts we have drawn there are in Nov-Dec so when I noticed she had close to enough points to pull a muzzy tag this year I put her in and she drew.
Our goal was to experience the rut and have a chance to harvest a mature, dark horned bull. Opening morning we had 4 bulls getting after it about 45 minutes before sun up. We decided to head towards the bull that was most vocal and was upwind from our location. After we got into position it was a waiting game as he would bugle after each of our cow calls but he would never commit. In my mind I was thinking we are going to waste the first hours of opening morning on a bull we may never see but we were having fun anyways. 30 minutes into our exchanges my son whispered and asked if I had any toilet paper. Apparently mother nature had been calling for some time and the stomach pain was becoming too much for him
I handed him some TP and off he went downwind. I knew as soon as he got out of site the bull would commit and show himself and sure enough that’s what he did. It didn’t take long to realize this was a good bull for the unit we were hunting and my wife really liked the looks of his long fronts and dark antlers. He came into 95-100 yards straight on and stopped. My wife said she a good rest on his chest but I told her to wait until he turned broadside and then let him have it. Her shot was money and he ran 40 yards to the edge of the trees and was sick and wobbly. I grabbed the 2nd muzzy and she put one more in him just as he was going down ending her hunt an hour into opening morning. My son came running back just in time to see the final shot
Our goal was to experience the rut and have a chance to harvest a mature, dark horned bull. Opening morning we had 4 bulls getting after it about 45 minutes before sun up. We decided to head towards the bull that was most vocal and was upwind from our location. After we got into position it was a waiting game as he would bugle after each of our cow calls but he would never commit. In my mind I was thinking we are going to waste the first hours of opening morning on a bull we may never see but we were having fun anyways. 30 minutes into our exchanges my son whispered and asked if I had any toilet paper. Apparently mother nature had been calling for some time and the stomach pain was becoming too much for him
I handed him some TP and off he went downwind. I knew as soon as he got out of site the bull would commit and show himself and sure enough that’s what he did. It didn’t take long to realize this was a good bull for the unit we were hunting and my wife really liked the looks of his long fronts and dark antlers. He came into 95-100 yards straight on and stopped. My wife said she a good rest on his chest but I told her to wait until he turned broadside and then let him have it. Her shot was money and he ran 40 yards to the edge of the trees and was sick and wobbly. I grabbed the 2nd muzzy and she put one more in him just as he was going down ending her hunt an hour into opening morning. My son came running back just in time to see the final shot 
