Last bull I shot was 2 years ago. It was hot, and so smoky my eyes were irritated and I could taste the smoke with every breath. Glassing was impossible. I screwed around in the morning of day one feeling pretty down about the situation. At lunch I contemplated packing up and heading a couple hundred km north to my backup area.
Anyhow, that afternoon, headed down into a thick creekbottom. Got a bull talking, called him in and killed him just before last lastlight.
Was a long hard night getting him out and the next morning felt like I had smoked 10 packs of cigarettes but I'm sure glad I didn't leave at lunch