Huge royal crown bull here in Washington that I archery hunted for 4 seasons I had his, and the lead cow's tendencies patterned to a T. Started out at 2 am, and biked and hiked to get in and set up on the only clear spot in the Mountain Alder that they lived in. My son had to work, so I had my Dad in there with me, about 100yds back up on top of a bluff to call, and it was working perfectly. He came into range, but never in the open, and then he and the herd left and went back down into and across a canyon like they had many, many times before, and it was over for the day. I still spent an hour there to make sure they weren't coming back, and I could still see him and his herd across the canyon. I backed out, while Dad was still calling. He couldn't see them, and our radio schedule wasn't for another 45 minutes. He called right on schedule and was whispering, "do you have a shot?" I "no I'm back out where we split up". Silence for a long 5 seconds or so, and then a whole bunch of bad language. Bull had come back and was exactly where he needed to be for a top pin broadside shot. He'd never done that before, and never did it again, and to my knowledge, didn't make it through that winter. Was the last time Dad was able to hike that far. He'll never let me forget it, as if I could.