Thanks.
I started in the dark at -15*F, spotted this bull with two lesser bulls at daybreak 1.5 miles away headed up a mountain to bed, and did a death march that brought me to the ridge they were bedded on. I carefully hunted down to where I thought they might be bedded and shot the biggest standing in his bed. It never got above 5*F that day. One for remembrance around a warm fire on a cold winter day.
