Not a quarter mile past our only human encounter of the week, we rode around a point of timber into a large meadow where two 5 pt. bulls were sparring not 150 yards away. Sam jerked his horse to the right, out of sight, and we did the same. We jumped down, Derek grabbed his bow, and we moved off to the right into the trees for some cover. Sam let out a series of bugles, but again, we got no response. We soon realized one or both of the bulls must have seen Sam before he was able to duck into cover. We got back on the trail and headed across an immense high mountain meadow. We had already seen 8 bulls, and the sun was just breaking the horizon.
