389 was close enough for the 257wbymag...we had one small cactus to lay behind..I'm not easy to conceal as I'm a large mammal myself..but we both somehow managed to squish in there behind it...#2 pushed his pack forward..quietly chambered a round of 120gr nosler partition..and layed sweet Alice atop the badlands ..it was know a waiting game as the trophy was bedded with his harem in the wide open of the AZ grasslands....the sun was hot...and the breeze was null.... seconds became minutes....minutes ...became hours....then suddenly..a girl gets up to stretch and feed..then 2..then 3..Then..it happens...the Cocksman stands up...he proceeds to check all 3 of his does by sniffing there ass..then..I hear the ominous sound..the sound ive heard 1000s of times...the sound of the 3 position safety being pushed forward. "click.. click"...I can pretty much promise...that when that safety comes off...it never goes back on and something gonna die.....to be continued .....