So yesterday was full of emotion. Spent the morning trying to sneak through a moonscape clearing after a bull that would not talk or come to a call. I got close enough to see his tops over the hill in the clearing still 80+ yds out. got into his space and tried calling but nothing he ended up sneaking into timber and disappearing. This was the second time this season I have had a close call with this bull just wish he would answer to a call. so morning was little bitter but hey still hunting.
Then get txt from pregnant momma saying she in pain, so jump in truck and meet at hospital three hours later my son was born. such a great day and thankful married someone who not only is fine with me hunting even a day after her due date but was just upset she couldn't be out there.
I was within 50 yards of abull today would not even acknowledge my cow call
