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This happened about six years ago. We were hunting just south of North Bay Ontario. I was watching a small swamp, from a home made ground blind. I had been there all day. It was getting dark, and time to leave. I decided on one last call. I hadn't called for quite a while, so I made a quiet moan into my hands.
Instantly there was a crash in the bush to my right. A yearling bull came out of the bush making straight for me. I had no adult tag. He was getting awful close. I stepped out into the clear. He kept comming! I looked for trees to climb (none!) He stopped twenty feet in front of me. He sized me up for a few seconds, then turned and ambled across the swamp. I felt braver then, and called to him. He stopped and looked back, continued on his way. I stopped him once more, just before he vanished on the other side. Great memory, wish I'd pulled the camera.
Instantly there was a crash in the bush to my right. A yearling bull came out of the bush making straight for me. I had no adult tag. He was getting awful close. I stepped out into the clear. He kept comming! I looked for trees to climb (none!) He stopped twenty feet in front of me. He sized me up for a few seconds, then turned and ambled across the swamp. I felt braver then, and called to him. He stopped and looked back, continued on his way. I stopped him once more, just before he vanished on the other side. Great memory, wish I'd pulled the camera.