Went out Friday morning with hopes of getting my tag filled. Went in twenty miles and camped the first night. Was getting pretty discouraged with the amount of people back there, but had to stick it out. Had to send one guy out for more fuel the next morning. After he got back with the fuel, we rode in another twenty miles. We were stopped for a break from riding and I spent the break glassing the hills. I looked up on the side of a mountain and said "Geez, there's four more four wheelers up on that ridge." Was feeling pretty down, and then took another look at "the wheelers" up on the ridge line. One moved and picked up its head! Holy shet those are 'bou! I jumped off the wheeler and started running up and around the ridge to try and cut them off. Covered two miles in about 10 minutes on foot. Was dropping gear the whole way up. Came over the top of another ridge where I thought I might have got in from of them. I'm standing on top of the hill looking down into a bowl when movement to my right caught my attention. It was the 'bou and they were 15 yards away feeding! I hit the deck so they wouldn't skyline me on top of the ridge. Put the binos on 'em and saw horns on one, but couldn't get a good look at his "equipment" to make sure it was a bull. He circled down below me while I was trying to get him sexed. Meanwhile, one of the cows busted me and took of across the valley. That spooked the bull and he followed. As he was running away I was able to confirm it was a bull. Stopped broadside at 100 yds and I let the .300 WSM rip and he hit the dirt! First caribou was on the ground! Adrenaline was flowing thick and I was on cloud nine. Then the realization that I had to hike him out 2 miles hit and quickly counter acted the adrenaline! 80 miles of riding, a busted CV axle on the wheeler, a stuck jeep 20 miles in, a broken U-joint on the jeep, and 3 days later I had my bull! Awesome hunt. Not a big bull, but it's my first 'bou and I'm happy to have him.