Nice bull.
I still remember my first attempt at calling. It was getting dark, and up to that point, I had avoided calling because I figured I wasn't good enough yet.
I figured what the hell, I had only a couple of minutes left of legal light, and no bull tag anyway, so I cupped my hands and tried a simple grunt.
There was a tremendous crash from the bush only a few yards away, where apparently a small bull had been hiding all along. He came out on the beaver meadow I was watching and made straight for me.
I looked around, no trees big enough, he's at 25 yards, can see me clearly, and is still coming. I waved my arms at him and said something stupid like 'Hi bull'. He stopped and turned sideways. He was so close at that point I could easily have chucked Gatehouse's spear through him.
He ambled forward a few feet, and looked at me again, then took off at a walk across the swamp.
When I was feeling a bit braver, I called again, and he stopped twice to look back at me.
I've been calling ever since.