Next time I tracked a little herd that I suspected had a bull in its midst. Finally, after much effort, I reached the spot where I figured they’d be bedding. I looked through my binocular in the hopes of glimpsing antlers above the brush and grass. There he was, looking at me. I dropped my bino in the snow and raised my gun just as he slipped behind a tree. He was a long spike, but I sure wanted him.