Mike, I was told the same thing before going boo hunting and even on arrival in camp. We could not hunt the first day because we flew from base camp to spike camp. The fist morning of our hunt all three of us were glassing when I saw the biggest animal I had ever seen on the next foothill over. I was watching this bull with some interest and as he turned away his antlers were FAR wider than his body and actually went over the bull next to him. Then I was excited to watch but I had no hopes of ever getting a shot on that bad boy as our PH approached and said " Let's go !.....NOW !" I could tell the guide was impressed with this animal so off we went. We could still see the bachelor heard trailing up the distant hill. We were camped on top of a large ridge of three foot hills right on the edge of the mountains. On each end about a mile apart was a sprire or cap. We headed for one between us and the bull as the guide was confident the heard would climb the hill then turn towards us walking around the backside of the spire. We pretty much jogged the mile to the edge of the Mt where it became incredibly steep. The side of the spire was littered with huge boulders. As we rounded the Mt all of a sudden all I could see was a set of antlers coming over the rocks. We both sat down and the boo walked within 15 feet of us. I shot the beast in the neck with my 270 Wby. The other bulls left and came back to try to get their chum twice. Nudging the old bull as if to say "come on pard, let's move". Finally they gave up and continued their journey to the flats of Bethel. The bull turned out to be one of the largest the outfitter took that season. For myself I no longer listen to any of the do not shoot the first morning stuff. I just take the animal that turns my crank weather it's the largest or not....Either way the steaks taste the same