We held too long, and had no choice but to wait.....and that was a good thing. They were now facing us and walking across a sheet of rock....the 8 of them turned into 16, and the 16 turned into 24....then there were about 30 of them in route to pass right by our scrub blind.
Three of them drifted to the right, including the one with the biggest horns, and were coming straight at us as the rest of the herd were in route to pass to our right.......yeah, every one would be in range soon, real soon as there was no forage in their path.
Everyone of them was now in range and all but a few were in the wide open for a shot, but the one I wanted was still in front with the brush blocking a shot. I decided to hold yet again for the one I wanted....the Billy.