2am I was disturbed by chuckles I thought I heard. I lay there wondering if I was dreaming, then the bull ripped off a full bugle and everyone in the tent heard it. He was no more than 2-300yds moving across the pasture where the horses were tied, a few more bugles and he was over the ridge. Day three we headed to where we had seen the big bull the first day. We rode down in a ways and tied the horses. We called and slip hunted near the meadow with no response. There were trees torn up everywhere, fresh tracks, scat but they were not talking.
Where the bull had been the first day, we were up above on the rocks..
We moved further down the canyon. These 'canyons' I am referring to are huge, covering thousands of acres with fields, benches, smaller drainages and heavy timber. The further we went, the rougher it got.
I opted to stay at the meadow while Les worked further down. A couple hours later we called in a cow and calf, but that was it. We took our time climbing back out that afternoon, giving a few cow calls every few hundred yards. Les caught movement in front us, a bull slipping uphill I assume to get our wind. Never could make out his rack, he dissappeared.
Rolled into camp after dark to a dinner of homemade mexican lasagna, soapapillas and cheesecake.
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