The summer was finally coming to a close and September was finally here. All of September consisted of long weeks and nights staying up late working and getting school work done so I could hunt the following weekend. The bull I ended up killing was one of the few select bulls we chased all month. September ended up being one of the most frustrating months of hunting. From trees blocking shots to arrows falling off of bows it just seemed like the elk gods didn't want me to shoot a bull.