No special tags had been drawn, so this year was going to start just like any other. Before the rifle season started I was searching the mountains trying to find a bull. I talked a couple of my friends into helping me glass around their work schedules. One buddy had already killed a bull during archery season and the other had been lucky enough to draw a special tag for another area. Both friends had also committed to going with me on opening day, but only if we had a good bull spotted! If I didn’t have a bull picked out, we’d all being going deer hunting instead!
The first night spent scouting ended with me locating a couple bulls, but nothing really got my full attention. The next morning, I got a look at a very nice bull, but only for a few minutes. Later that evening, I saw him for the second time; he was bigger than the others so I focused my energy on staying with him until opening morning. I watched him in the same spot for a few minutes each morning and night leading up to the opener. Everything was falling right into place.
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