Ok, the story...
It was about 9:30ish in the morning, still hunting through some aspens, came up over a small rise, to a sage brush bench, and jumped him from his bed. He took a few steps, stopped and turned to look at me. I drew, and as the arrow was in flight(looked to be on a string for his goodies) he took a few steps to leave, and I hit him a bit back. I had a decent blood tail that disappeared after about 100 yrds. Jumped him a few yards ahead, and he down a small hill into a small stand of aspens. I waited him out, snuck(a real hunting word) down the hill, and finished him with a second arrow.
Here is one of packing him out