This morning, we decided to go to my all-time favorite place. We covered a lot of ground but didn’t hear a peep from any bulls. There didn’t appear to be a lot of sign, but the ground was so dry that it would’ve been hard to see it.
While still-hunting, we saw a raghorn bull. He got out of his bed and slowly wandered away. We didn’t have an opportunity to shoot at it. We also walked by a few wallows, and none of the wallows had been used in a while.
It was a slow day, but we tried figuring out where we should spend the most time.