And I forgot to add, the best part by far was being able to talk to the bulls with my diaphragm calls. Shortly after I shot mine, then the big 6x6 had to announce himself
I responded with a bugle since my dad was in front of me with his bow and a few cow calls had him strutting across the field to us. He stopped short at about 100 yards and he eventually turned around and walked back to his cows but I’m pretty sure it was because I made 2 crappy cow calls in a a row by accident. Luckily my dad drew the bull tag for this zone so we will be back in rifle season for revenge.