Found some wallows this year that had been tore up, Quintin and I decided to sit and see what would come in. After a while, we had a spike come in and start to wallow. He was taring it up just like a big bull would do! When Quintin started breathing hard I knew he was going to shoot him. One shot through the neck(his arrow deflected off a pine) and the bull was his. We packed this bull out in one trip.