The morning was noiseless and still quite dark. We could see the bull perfectly on the ridge and I snuck closer to watch him. In the few short seconds I had to avert my eyes to maneuver over a barbed wire fence, he slipped away, without a sound. Arrow knocked, I took off up the hill concentrating on making silent movements and trying to anticipate his plan. Katie and I crested the ridge and it opened up to shallow coulees and broad pinon sprinkled meadows. I motioned for Katie to stay low and hike up the coulee that snaked up to the west. I stayed higher in a parallel position that I believed created the perfect bottleneck eliminating any escape for our bull. Within a few minutes, our paths crossed at the head of the coulee without either of us finding him, his prints or hopeful sign that we were on the right track. He had vanished with no place to go... no sound, no movement. Just Poof, and he was gone.