One morning I counted 57 bulls on the ridge I'm hunting. They were in groups from 4 to 15. With less eyes in the smaller groups, those are the one I chose to put a stalk on.
My first stalk got me only to 75 yards when the wind swirled a bit, and the bulls stood up, put their noses in the air and just walked off. These were bigger bulls than I thought, 3 big 6x6's, one being in the 370's class, and a big 7x7 that would easily make the 360's.
They didn't seem very spooked as they just walked away. I gave them time and got on their tracks in the fresh snow. I kept glassing ahead hoping to find them settled down in the next drainage or two ahead, but that was not the case. I ended up following them at least 3 miles toward, then up and over this mountain called "Beer Mug".
I hunted them untill dark, and never saw them again. I guess that's why they are big.