On an early fall morning, high in the Rocky Mountains snow begins to fall and you find yourself on the edge of a valley with clouds and fog meandering through the aspens lining the valley floor. Suddenly a bugle cuts through the damp air and hits your soul. Then a response and another and another. Your bow quivers in your hand as your excitment is now hitting your nostrils and you know one of these big bulls are close. Wear with Western Pride.