So, here's what happened...and I think this is all an analogy for the rest of life.
I spent all of archery season in the field (Sep 15-30). Called in tons of elk, drew back on probably 6, shot one in the shoulder (4" of penetration and the bull took off). It was a blast but no elk in the freezer. Rifle opened Oct 1st and I probably hunted 9-10 times between 1st and 15th.
On the 14th, I didn't want to hunt because I was worn out from hunting hard all weekend. But a buddy called, and I went with him for an evening hunt. For some reason I told him to turn down the wrong trail and we ended up in some country I don't know without enough light to move to the trail I wanted to be on. So to make the best of it I pulled out my OnX map and found a nice ridge with 3 good glassing spots. We hiked to the furthest and spent an hour just glassing meadows and timberlines. While we were glassing I would let out a sexy cow call every 5-10 min. The goal was to maybe draw in a raghorn looking for some action...I didn't expect any huge bulls or bugles in response, and I'm definitely going to shoot the first legal bull to give me a shot.
Around 630 I decided we couldn't move on anything we could see from that ridge and we decided to move to another point where we could move on the elk if they came out of the timber. As we loaded up to move, a raghorn (exactly what I was trying to call in) came right up to the tree we had been calling from...70 yards or so from me broadside...not still but trotting slowly. I threw off my right glove, took a quick standing shot, and he went down.
Not the biggest bull of all time, but we were in the wrong place, on a day I didn't want to hunt, neither of us are super experienced elk hunters, and our strategy was a half-assed "spot and stalk and cow party" plan.
Lesson 1: that's life sometimes, things work out best when the plan is all messed up, and I'm at my most frustrated.. Lesson 2: be patient and persistent, a few cow calls helps, and most bulls come in silently.