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Where's Bruce?
WKR
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You've heard a bugling bull that sounds like he's been chain smoking for decades...old and raspy. As you work your way towards the calls...a massive thunderhead rolls in and before ya know it...the winds hits and the Arizona sky goes dark. You feel the hairs on your head and arms tingle, the air is charged. Then the thunder and flash as strings of lightning strike all around you...blowing up trees and starting small fires. Now comes the rain...Biblical rain. The kind of monsoonal downpour that floods in two minutes. You cannot really do anything but wait it out and try not to stain your shorts. Fifteen minutes later the clouds have moved on and you're looking for the bull again. As you move uphill you come to a clearing and find an entire herd of elk on the ground. Some are dead, some are still moving...they got zapped by Mother Nature. And there he is...a magnificent bull every inch of 370 on his knees struggling in vain to get to his feet. Nobody is around. You are hunting solo. So...do you put an arrow in him?
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