That one was a good bull me and the little brother tracked down one the last day of the hunt last year. He actually got turned around, the day before, in a valley and was hiking out when he jumped a couple of bachelors in the timber. Didn't get a shot, so we decided to hunt the same area the following morning. We decided to hike to the top of the draw and work down from the top, about 400 yards into the dark timber he came meandering thru the timber. He took 4 rounds in the pump house before he flopped. A great hunt that shows that you just have to keep walking till you find them.