I raised my bino and there he was. Stone-cold dead, his dark antlers sticking into the air. I slowly approached, in disbelief. My God, he was beautiful, a dream bull. Like a dream, it didn’t seem real. But my tears—of pent-up emotion, of gratitude, and of relief—were very real. I wiped them away, took a quick video with my cell phone, and then snapped some pictures of the bull on the ground and some really lame selfies. Then I got to work.