At 11:00, exactly 90 minutes after we'd left, we rolled back into camp. It really was a miracle how close to camp I killed the bull. We had hunted up to a four-hour ride away on some days, and then we finally got one on the ground it was damn near within walking distance of camp…unreal. It was late, and everyone was hunting in the morning, so we placed the meat inside the cook tent, protected by an electric fence, for the night. Cody and Mark would get it up on the meat poll the following day.
