I posted part of this story somewhere else, but I guess this topic/subject is a more appropriate place for it...
I was in the Montrose Co area last week and took a decent 5x5 with the muzzleloader. I had a few different bulls going earlier in the week, but only a few showed themselves. Tuesday morning at about 4:30 I was " doing my thing" outside at camp and heard a bull go down below us, close to where I saw a 5x5 the day before. I made up my mind where I was going right then. Took off and got to the area I wanted to sit and he let out a few close screams before shooting light. Finally at light, all I did was one or two cow calls and he got pretty stirred up. He then shut down for a bit then we started bugling back and forth for about 20+ minutes, but I would only bugle after he did, I' d never start up if it was quiet for a while. He shut down completely at about 7:15 and I cow called a few times over the next half hour and never heard a peep, but twice I did hear a branch break so I thought he was still below me. At about 7:50 I thought to myself that I was going to try one short bugle, with no chuckle...just a short bugle. I could still hear the echo roll down the drainage from the call and I could see his rack come strutting up from below. He stopped at about 80 yards and peered back and forth...a couple more steps and I cracked him behind the chest (a little high) and he side stepped twice and dropped like a ton of bricks. Not real huge, but nice long eye gaurds and I' m as happy as a bull in a wallow!

It all came together last Tuesday.