He cut me off and sounded absolutely pissed. He came in on a string up around the rocks stopped at 30 yards behind a tree and let loose another bugle straight at me. Walked behind another tree and I drew he stepped out and my 20, 30 and 40 yard pins were all covering his chest as he's quartered...
So then Tuesday morning I went back to the area I hunted abunch last year and where I killed my bull last year. Got on this bull I killed about right away in the morning got in front of them and tried shooting thru a opening to small at 50 yards and wacked a tree and busted my broadhead off...
So to start where I left off on Monday. It poured rain til lunch on Monday and never heard a bugle all day. Went back to camp and had a good supper. And made plans to go hunt the next morning back in the area I killed my bull in last year.