When I have a big bull in front of me, there's not much that goes through my mind except "shoot him"......location isn't even in the discussion. Except one morning in 2017......I drove to a spot I had scouted a few days earlier and found a lot of fresh sign. I got out of the truck at first light and bugled. Immediately got a response a couple hundred yards away straight in front of me. I could feel the wind coming from my right and took off on a dead run. I stopped about 100 yards in and bugled again.....another immediate bugle response and he was coming. So I ran further about 50 yards and stopped.
Here he came.......and then stopped exactly on the other side of a big Christmas type of tree off to the right. He was a really good bull. He started raking that tree like crazy and then would stop and bugle. The tree was at 35 yards and there was nothing between me and it, so I went to full draw and figured I'd just wait for him to step out. The last place I bugled from was 50-60 yards to my right so I figured that's where his attention would be, the wind was in my face, and there I was waiting for him to make his move. All I could think about at that moment was......"It's 150 yards to the truck and I can probably even drive halfway of that to him. Easiest packout ever. 2 hours to break him down, get him into the truck, cape him, get back to camp, break camp, and I can be home by 4pm."
Well, that was the kiss of death. The next thing I felt was the wind on the back of my neck. Done.......over. Sulk back to the truck. SMH