Last time my dad hunted Idaho (92-ish), we was headed back to camp for a sandwich, middle of the day walking along a logging road. He'd bugle once in a while, just give a toot for fun and when he was less than 100 yards from camp, one of his buddies answers back with a pitifully weak bugle. Dad said he laughed a bit at the attempt and kept walking at a normal pace around the corner, where he and a 5 pt bull almost ran into each other! 
They both freaked out, my dad fumbling for an arrow and the bull hit the highway at mach 2! 
Sounds like another Oregon story I have about my old hunting partner "Bone".
We had been in eastern Oregon for about two weeks. Seen lots of cows, but could not find a good bull for nothing. There was a camp about a quarter mile above us. The guys from that camp come down one night and ask if I'm Bryan Fry. "I am", I replied, "What can I do for you?" Well, it turns out they had been hearing a bull at night on their side of the ridge. They had gone into town and bought some elk bugles and asked if I could teach them how to call. We worked on cow talking into the wee hours of the morning and off they went excited about getting after the bull.
Two days later Bone and I are walking down the main road from camp headed to our evening draw to hunt when we hear what best could be described as a gut shot herford cow. The sound was coming from the direction of those guys camp. "Oh my goodness!", I said to Bone, "Those idiots are trying to bugle already two days after getting their first diaphragm. What a bunch of tools!"
Bone then says, "I don't think it is those guys. They were actually getting the hang of the reeds when they left. I think that might be a real elk!"
We stood in the middle of the road discussing for a few minutes and finally agreed to disagree
Bone decided he was going to go check it out. Irritated and a little angry I said I wasn't going to waste my time. Real snotty I tell him, "You go right ahead! I'm going to go hunting!"
I let out one smart arse bugle toward those guys and start heading down the road toward my draw and Bone cuts across a small meadow and up the hill toward those guys camp. Bone is on a good trail and I can see him most of the way. After I had walked a few hundred yards I look back with the binos and see Bone hiking up the hill with a good head of steam, his head down and he's just busting for the ridgeline. About that time I see a nice 5X5 bull, also with his head down, on the same trail as Bone just busting for the meadow
The curve of the hill is enough I don't think they could have seen each other even if they had been looking up/down. But I know if I do not do something they will collide in just moments. I try to grab my Persuader bugle that is on my back. But the para cord gets wrapped up in the buckles of my Dwight Schuh pack. Frantically I drop my bow, unbuckle the pack and swing it around so I can use the bugle still attached to the pack. But the bull and Bone are busting it too hard and I'm not fast enough!!!
Their eyes meet at about five yards! From my vantage point I could swear that bull did a complete back flip
Meanwhile, it looked like Bone grabbed all eight of the arrows in his quiver at the same time! Arrows were falling to the ground all around Bone as he tried to get a grip on just one to get it on the string. He finally gets one nocked up, comes to full draw and runs out of my sight.
I take off running trying to be the cutoff man. Suddenly I hear uncontrolled laughing and zero in on Bones location. "Did you get him!", I ask? It took a while before he was able to speak through his laughter. Apparently, he forgot to stop running before he took the shot as the bull was walking through the timber. After the shot the bull just stopped and looked at him 30 yards away. He says, "I was looking right into that bulls eyes and he into mine. When all the sudden I could hear his thoughts. He was thinking -
That dude has no more arrows! I think I'm going to walk over and take a poop on him! So the bull walks up to within 10 or 15 yards, takes a pee and a poop and then runs off."
