The last time I hunted the Colockum I was standing in a thicket watching a cow run toward me with an arrow in her ass. It was opening morning but I was only there for the weekend and I felt sorry for the cow, so I thought, what the hell, I'll put her down and tag out. She runs by me at a trot about 7 yards away and when she was quartering away I let fly, sight unseen. Should have been a heart shot, but she was so spun up from running wounded and bouncing off hunters that she jumped the string by striding to a gallop and my arrow slapped the other arrow as it burried in her ass. I was so pissed. I did the best I could to trail her but she was cruisin'. Last I saw she was headed down into the reserve on the Wenachee side of the hill.

I quit hunting the unit after that.