We worked the bull as we did others with cow-in-heat calling, bull grunts and raking. He came in toward us, then like the huge bull he eventually turned and headed back down the marsh and ended up tight to the hill. We were running out of daylight, and I decided to press the issue and try to get him to come up. Unfortunately he had something else in mind as he took out his frustration on the a spruce tree directly below us as we had moved up 150 yards to keep our advantage. This was eating up time on the "light clock". After he was done he walked down about 50 yards then I heard him commit to the climb. He was coming straight up the hill! We moved ahead 30 or 40 yards on our game trail, but alas when the bull finally crested the hill, our shooting light was too limited and we had to hold our breath as we saw the palms of the bull tower above the dwarf birch when he looked in our direction. But, his form all but disappeared when he turned side ways at 50 yards. It was tough to take, as some days the daylight never seems to fade, but on this cloudy evening our hunt was staled by this time-out. The bull was on "gool."