As light started to bleed into the day, we started to bugle down into the draws that we were riding along the top of...with each one being a silent reservoir of pines. We finally topped out on an open ridge where we could see for miles. It was 7:00, and we were ready to get off the horses and stretch. The break was short lived however. We soon glassed two good bulls running a handful of cows up and down a distant ridge line (the one below with two small openings in the pines, the first long and narrow, the bottom more oval in shape). Both looked like 300"+ bulls to the guides and we were excited when Heath told Sam to head out with Derek and I to "go kill 'em".
