The first time I called in a bull I thought I'd awakened Godzilla! Bang, Bang, thrash, crash, grunt, grunt, grunt, Repeat! I had put some cow scent near a wallow in the evening, and then returned at dawn the next morning to call.
Get a big bull fired up and you'll be amazed at their strength! ............until they're close to being in range or seen, then you could hear a pin drop, but not them as they try to wind you.
I'm not sure if it's to prove their size and prowess, or suitability as a mate, or to establish dominace of the cow calling in case there are rivals around? I'm not sure, but boy howdy, it'll get your attention!
Yes it will get your attention! It's very exciting to watch this huge animal come to your calls, head swaying back and forth, drool pouring from its nose while he's grunting. He demands your attention!
The first deer I shot, way back in 1958, was taken to the local meat shop and processed into steaks, roasts and some burger. Back then in that little Idaho town, when you took a deer into the butcher, you got the same deer back. Unfortunately, times have changed. The last time I took an animal to a butcher, in the mid 60's, I don't have a clue who's meat I got back, but I sure don't think it was mine. I ended up throwing the burger as it stunk the house up every time we...