14 September 2017 @0900. Sunny morning 60 degrees.
The herd returned to the same location to feed and were bumped by a hunter. The herd ran across the meadow, and up the ridge about 200 yards away. I tried to cut them off but they were gone. I worked my way across the ridge in the direction they were headed.
@1100 I heard a branch break coming up the ridge. I was up wind, found a shooting lane, and sat in front of smaller bush. A 3x4 bull walked 10 feet in front of me, big black eyes, sucking in every scent through his huge nostrils. The bull walked in the direction the herd went without ever scenting or seeing me.
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