Terry's Bull

The bull finally made it to the edge of the alley cut for the barbed wire fence that ran through the thick cedars.  Less than an hour ago, Terry watched the bull with P.T. Carter and Bryant McGee as he walked into a thick clump of cedars to lay down for the day.  Guessing the bull to be in the mid 370 range, it was just what Terry was looking for.  A plan was devised!  Terry was to go around the bull and get into position above him to set up in what was just about the only clear shooting lane in the country.  Guessing the bull would leave uphill, P.T. was going to wait for Terry to get into position, then slowly work toward the bull hoping to push him out of his bed.  If the bull did go uphill, then Terry would have a shot as he entered the clear-cut fence line. 

So here we are, the bull stopped at the edge of the alley and slowly took a look around.  Clearly he was in no hurry, P.T. held up to his end of the plan perfectly, not pushing the bull into a dead run, but got close enough to make him uncomfortable.  The bull got up and trotted a few yards then continued toward Terry and the fence line at a moderate walk.

Terry clicked the safety on his rifle to the off position as the bull took the few short strides that would carry him the rest of the way to the barbed wire fence.  The bull stopped once more and casually looked around trying to decide whether or not he really wanted to hop the fence.  At 80 yards, Terry settled behind his rifle.  Having a bull of this caliber this close, and in the crosshairs forced a little buck fever to set in on Terry.  The rifle boomed!  The bull stood where he was looking toward Terry!

“Shoot again!” were about the only words that could come to Bryant’s mind.

The bull stood and watched Terry and Bryant as Terry fought with his rifle.  Something was wrong!  Not only was the bull completely fine after Terry’s shot, but Terry couldn’t eject the empty cartridge from his rifle!  Finally, bored with what he was seeing, the bull hopped the fence with no effort and walked into the thick cedars on the other side!

It took some time to get Terry’s rifle unjammed, but the moment had passed.  Buck fever claimed yet another victim.  The good news is, the elk hunting isn’t over yet.  When buck fever gets the best of a guy, nobody is harder on him than himself.  With words of encouragement, because this isn’t the first time, nor will it be the last that buck fever makes an appearance, the elk hunting continued.

The next evening put Terry within about 50 yards of a nice 6X6, but with one more day left, Terry opted to keep looking.  The next morning, with Terry’s son Gary along, the group found themselves heading off a bull as he worked up a ridge above a deep canyon.  After looking the bull over, Terry decided to take a chance at redemption!  The bull fed through the cedars when finally he moved into a small opening offering a shot.

This time Terry’s shot would be around the 250 yard mark!  Terry settled in behind his rifle and laid the crosshairs behind the bulls shoulder as he squeezed the trigger.  This time when the rifle went off, the unmistakable “whomp” echoed through the canyon!  The bull took a few short limps in the opposite direction before spilling over!  Redemption!  Terry ended up with a nice 6X7 and a load of new stories to share at the campfire!

Baily's Lion

Baily Bates was a young lady that had an itching to chase a lion, so the MuleyBull guys teamed up with the guys from Six Shooter Molly’s Guide service to see what we could make happen…

A winter storm had finally moved out of the area, leaving a fresh batch of snow across Northern Arizona.  Perfect for cutting a fresh lion track!  The day started early, 2 a.m. early!  Everyone was out fighting the subzero temperatures running roads in hopes of cutting a track.  Somewhere between 3 and 4 in the morning, P.T. Carter, Clay Stephens and Bryant McGee found what they were looking for.  A couple phone calls were made to get everyone to meet up at the same spot while the two continued checking roads to find the last place the cat had crossed.  As the daylight began to creep in, the crew began to wake up and climb out of their idling trucks ready for the chase ahead.

As the first dogs hit the ground, the hounds let out quick bays as the smell of lion filled their nose while they worked tracks lined out in the snow.  The dogs were moving at a fairly good pace, a good sign for the day ahead.  The lion traveled several miles when Rick Murphy from Six Shooter Molly’s turned back to move a truck around to a location that might be closer to the direction the hounds were trailing.  Shortly after Rick caught back up with the gang, the dogs blew up and started to get ahead of the hunters.  When everyone finally caught back up with the dogs, they had the lion bayed up in a cave less than a hundred yards from the Road Rick had moved his truck to!

The lion was too far back in the cave for any shots or pictures.  Eventually the lion shot out of the cave and topped the rim with dogs hot on his trail!  The dogs put the lion up a large pinion tree just a short distance away, and as the hunting crew caught back up with the action, they were finally able to get their first good look at the lion!  Pictures and video were taken as the dogs put up a concert of their own.  The lion suddenly jumped from the tree and headed back to the rim it had just left!  Again, the dogs did their job by putting the lion on a ledge in a crevice that could be seen from above giving more opportunity for pictures, but more importantly giving Baily a shot.

After the cameras were stowed back into packs, Baily prepared a shot with her dads pistol.  At the sound of the first shot, the racket coming from the hounds switched from rapid barks to long drawn out bawls.  The one shot from Baily’s pistol was all that was needed, now all was left was to get the big cat out.  Clay Stephens hefted his way down the crevice and was able to lug the lion out!

The smile says it all as Baily posed for the last pictures of the day!