Morning of the 10th starts off with a echoey bugle from the timber in the ridge below as first light is cast upon us, we grab our gear and cut the distance before sounding off back at him, we exchange several bugles and we make sure our wind is good.. but as we get in to the vicinity of where we think he is, we let out another challenge bugle, and rake a tree in the hope that he'll come out to find us and we can count 6 tines....but this time, silence! He has gone completely silent, we wait and wait and wait but no sign of him....he's either winded us, caught a glimpse of us without us knowing, or my challenge bugle was a little too intimidating, because he vacated the area without a trace...buddy and I leave the area in despair and we get no other action the rest of that day.....we also found a tree he completely destroyed.....