BRYAN WHEELER

USA – MARANA, AZ

The Arizona elk season started off with high hope of putting my tag on a nice Arizona bull. My father was with me for the first few days of the hunt. The weather was dry and water was going to be the key. The first few days produced nothing. On the 3rd evening I sat at a water hole and my father sat about hundred yards away. Of course Murphy’s Law came into play and a nice 350 class bull was coming in and coming right for my dad. As he was within 20 yards of my dad the wind shifted and that was all it took. The next day I took my dad home and rested for a day, when I got back up to the hunt I knew that water was the key. I found an isolated water hole with a ground blind set up and climbed in about 3:00 in the afternoon.
For the next two hours not even a bird showed up, no bugles nothing. I looked at my watch and it was 5 on the dot and thought to myself, man what a waste. No longer had I thought this, when I saw legs coming thru the trees. A lone bull walked directly to the water and started to drink. He was across the water at 42 yards and facing me. It had happen so quick I didn’t even have time to think, the bull looked as if he was staring right at me as he drank. Finally he put his head up and turned. I quickly drew and put my 40 yard pin on him and released. The arrow hit high and far back, breaking his backbone. The bull dropped in his tracks and I jumped out of the blind and put another arrow in his heart. At this time the bull rolls into the water hole and slashes around and sinks. Holly crap, I look at my watch and it is exactly 5:05. let me just end by saying it was one long night that involved getting wet and a truck and tie-downs to pull the bull out of the water. The bull is a 9x9 that grosses 339 ½. The 100 grain 3-bladed muzzy penetrated and broke the bulls backbone in half, I had to unscrew the arrow from the broadhead and leave the muzzy in the backbone.

What a bone crushing broadhead, you cannot get that from a mechanical.