Mid-September, 9 a.m. and you\'re moving in a dark-timbered drainage.
You hear an unsolicited bugle downstream, probably on the other side, maybe 300 yards (maybe less, maybe more, you can\'t tell) away. Wind is nil, and thermals seem perpendicular to the line between you and the bull. You suspect this is not a herd bull by the wimpy nature of the bugle, but you know you can\'t count on that.
You wait for 10 (long) minutes and hear no further activity.
Next move?
You hear an unsolicited bugle downstream, probably on the other side, maybe 300 yards (maybe less, maybe more, you can\'t tell) away. Wind is nil, and thermals seem perpendicular to the line between you and the bull. You suspect this is not a herd bull by the wimpy nature of the bugle, but you know you can\'t count on that.
You wait for 10 (long) minutes and hear no further activity.
Next move?