Two years ago, I had a nice 5 ptr. do exactly what you described. I was at full draw, he was thirty yards away and mine all mine, IF (big word, if) he just takes one ... more ... step!

For Wolfkiller, I really think each hunter's individual temperament has a lot to do with his approach on aggression vs. passivity. I started three years ago all full of Lapinski's ideas, I own one of his books, and all they brought me was grief. In the country I hunt, by which I mean way, way back in the tulies, the elk are really almost a different breed than lots of guys hunt. By that I mean they flat out don't travel much. They'll sock into a honey hole with feed, cover, and water, and a whole herd may not move 300 yards for 96 hours. The only way they will move is when a predator (like a Lapinski-wanna-be bowhunter) pushes them out of the area. I've found that you can hang off these herds literally for days waiting for the right approach. I enjoy this style because I get to really observe the elk doing their thing.

One story from my second year ('02) really sums up the bone I've got with the Lapinski style. I hiked into a basin where I knew from the year before a big bull hung out. I swapped bugles with him the first evening, but hung back because of swirling winds. Then next morning, I bored into his hole. He wasn't bugling so I cut loose with a couple cow calls and a bugle, and he nearly lifted me off the ground with his reply. He was close! And he was coming. I went into Lapinski mode, thinking I'd squirt ahead about 20 yards on the downwind side so he'd go past me for a shot. Problem is, the bull walked head on in to me, and now I'm pinned down at 25 feet by the biggest bull I've seen in the last 10 years. My textbook Lapinski approach put me square in the bull's path, with the bull head on to me. No shot! He stood there bugling and pissing on himself for a couple minutes, then lurched ahead with murder in his heart. I was going to have to literally dive out of his path when he saw me at about 18 feet. Our eyes locked for an instant, as the look in his eyes swung from murder to oh s***, and he was gone. That bull would have scored 340-350 net, easily. By the way, had I simply hunkered down where I was when I first heard him, it's about 70% likely I'd have had a killing shot at 20-25 yards.

That's just the most spectacular example of something that has happened to me more than twice.