The family went to Rockport to get the new boat. The plan was to collect a bison at the ranch on the way back for Momma's bbq. That was to be Brandon's job. While talking about it, one of our friends said he had some bison on a coastal prairie patch that butts up to saltflat. Okee Dokee, that'll work. There were two smaller buff's described as "soft, sweet and tender". Just what we're looking for. A rather long stalk got us as close as we could. The difficulty was the thick rim around the grasses with the possibility of snakes, and the fact that Mom sent Brandon with an orange shirt and new sneakers that he worried about. Eventually I set up the sticks and Brandon peered through the peep sight on his Win 94 caliber 360DW. At 47 yards the "whomp" of the bullet hitting came back quickly. As bison tend to do, it stood there for a second and then just walked up a bit real slow. Brandon was back on him after working the lever and settling in on the sticks again and without a word from me he shot again. This was a going-away shot now at around 65 yards, that hit about one inch below and three inches left of the tail. The bison dropped right there. It spun head towards us and was still. Brandon asked "Can I shoot again", so I told him to shoot it right between the eyes. Bingo - the bullet landed right there. Although not a huge bison it was exactly what Mom ordered. At 900 pounds I was surprised that the first broadside shot hit low in the heart and
exited, the second shot broke the top of the pelvic junction and broke the last bit of spine and
exited in the soft spot in front of the ham. The last shot hit right between the eyes and since it was a downward angle it severed the windpipe and broke the neck and
exited into the salty dirt underneath.
When we did make it to the ranch a few hours later that day, Brandon wanted to bow hunt. The two problems were the 12 yard range he can shoot accurately with enough power and the fact that he was still wearing that orange shirt. We decided we would set some parameters. We would allow 3 hours, the shot must come at 12 yards or less, the animal had to be small enough for the bow's power to be effective and it had to be undisturbed and broadside. Our first animal in range was a waterbuk, much too big for this bow. Then we got within 10 yards of a fallow buck but it was facing us until it finally figure out we were there and ran. We snuck up on a white spot thinking it could be a fallow or maybe a blackbuck or white sika deer. Nope, oryx at 12 yards - can't shoot them (too big for bow anyway). We began a sneak on some axis does that were bedded. About half way there Brandon looks to our right and comes to full draw. I wondered what was going on and as the arrow flew my eyes followed it ... to an Ibex that was 10 yards away broadside. A good hit in the lungs sent the goat running about 20 yards where he toppled over - dead. It was a small Ibex that I wouldn't have allowed a client to shoot but I guess under the circumstances it fit our criteria and Brandon did it himself, so to him it is a trophy.
