Yeah, I know exactly what you're saying. (That's why I left an 'out' with the "often" term?) I remember one time riding the necessary 200 miles - via better suspensions than Bravo
- and finding a few animals as we topped a hill. They were over a mile away. And, though we killed the engines (and lights) immediately so we could discuss strategy, they still bolted. We ended up with three, but I was aiming at air and hitting ass every time….except when I aimed for air and hit air.
I much prefer true positioning. They are often quite cooperative when you don't chase them…pretend you're just sight-seeing, riding past them. Stop. Watch. Sometimes they'll approach. Sometimes you have to work you way around them. Wait. Knock down one or two. Begin skinning. Often a cousin or several wonder why "Blitzen's" stomach is lying on the ground…."smells like food too. Hey, let's go have a closer look." So you have to knock a couple more down from 50 -100 feet. (Self defense of course.
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