Updated: Nov 5, 2018
As the start of the season drew near, I had to adjust strategies as most of my preseason scouting hadn’t turned up a true giant bull and the couple good bulls we had found had disappeared. So, I decided to set up camp in a more central location where I had had previous success during this hunt helping family and friends.
The start of the hunt was now here and I found myself hunting solo. As both of my sons couldn’t get away. This hunt generally starts fairly slow because it begins August 25th and it’s too early for the rut, but with each passing day it seems to get better and better. This year was no different with very few bugles and most the better bulls still nowhere near the cows. Once September hit though it was like a switch had been flipped and those big bulls were showing up left and right.