Took this one under the north side of the Horn down on the Henry Mountains while we were scouting for my brother in laws hunt in November. He was all alone, I believe that he was pushed out of the herd, if you look his right horn is broken.
While we didn't target and go after this one he was shot on opening day further south. And yes I was this close to him when I snapped the picture. We had spotted him from a mile away and I grabbed the camera and headed down into some washes and brush piles. I popped up every now and then to take a picture and make sure of where he was at. I was about 30 yards away from him with a real nice size tree right to my right if I needed to make a quick exit. This was back when I was a lot more nimble than I am now.