Majestic brute, for sure! They certainly send the old heart a-thumping when you look up at them.
One little trick that I tried: I was stalking along on all-fours, low-to-the-ground, and out in the open, to try to close on a good bull, Silvertip in hand. It was twilight, and at about forty-five metres, the bull saw me, and locked onto me. I wondered what to do, and decided to bob my shoulders up-and-down like a boar rooting-around in the dirt for tasty morsels. This did the trick, and in a few moments, the bull relaxed and went back to feeding. But, alas, that was as close as I got, so I suppose the trick didn't exactly work, but it sure was fun trying.