Well, I'm back from the wilds of Colorado. Shot a 6X6 the second day that left a ten yard long bloodtrail then disappeared. A day and a half of meticulous searching both on foot and horseback yielded nothing. I'm still sick about it. Aside from that-- a great trip. We hunted at about 9500 feet (pant, pant). I'm definitely ready to chase grouse now. We had a two mile walk uphill every morning to where we hunted--fortunately the temps were in the low twenties or mid teens in the morning so it helped keep the sweating down. Beautiful blue skies every day, afternoon temps in the low sixties. It was tough getting out of that sleeping bag in the morning though, since we were in tents. Everyone else got a bull, so there was plenty to celebrate. I am now officially addicted to bugling.