September 14, 2017. Hot sunny day, mid 70's. @1430.
I decided to let a day pass and go back down into the canyon. The bull was bedded on the same north facing slope, same contour line, except 1/4 mile sooner on the ski trail I was on. This time he was sleeping in front of a patch of willows and he didn't wake up until I had already passed him about 20 feet. He stormed down the ridge, sounding like a train ripping through the forest. As soon has he got up the adjacent ridge, he turned around and sounded off a high pitched bark. It was a thrilling experience. I think he was letting me know that he pegged me as a human. The bull didn't give me a third chance.
I decided to let a day pass and go back down into the canyon. The bull was bedded on the same north facing slope, same contour line, except 1/4 mile sooner on the ski trail I was on. This time he was sleeping in front of a patch of willows and he didn't wake up until I had already passed him about 20 feet. He stormed down the ridge, sounding like a train ripping through the forest. As soon has he got up the adjacent ridge, he turned around and sounded off a high pitched bark. It was a thrilling experience. I think he was letting me know that he pegged me as a human. The bull didn't give me a third chance.
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