On Wednesday morning the four of us went back to the area I had shot my bull with the plan to walk in a ways before spliting into pairs. We hadn't gone far in the predawn light from the truck when we spooked a very nice 6x6 out of a meadow. Dang!
Continuing on, a spike was spotted feeding just ahead, and we backed off to try a set up. I'm not sure whether he spotted us before we set up, or maybe a wind swirl gave us away, but we never saw him again.
Finally splitting up, I went low with Smiley, while Ohne and Norb took the high side. Within a few hundred yards Smiley again spotted a bull feeding just below him. I backed off to get Smiley between me and the animal, set up a Montana decoy, and began calling. Within 5 minutes, here he came, sneaking in silently!
Everything looked perfect except for one very major detail - in his approach to within sight of the decoy he had circled downwind. The closest he got to Smiley was probably 50-60 yards before backing out and walking out of our lives. Dang again!