This last April I made it up to a spot where I've seen quite a few bulls winter in the past and have found a few sheds. There's never any big bulls, usually a group of small six points and raghorns. In fact, I've seen a few smaller bulls push their cows into the basin during the rut. Anyway, I was making my way up this ridgeline, checking these mahogany patches when I peaked around a tree and saw this guy sitting there. When I'm not able to find a full antler lying on the ground, broken tines are just as rewarding.