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The blue wildebeest came in with a group of a few other bulls. They hung back out of range for over an hour and never stopped moving at the water to give me a shot. As they left, this one paused, quartering away. As I shot, another one hit him in the face with his horn, causing him to jump backwards. The arrow entered just in front of the shoulder blade, slipping into the neck. As he ran, the broadhead slashed veins and arteries and I was able to recover him.