After a hour of shooting in the most magical winter conditions I decided to go home. Just at the moment when I started walking, I noticed 3 Bulls that were playing with each other in the far distance. Since the rest of the group was behind me, I knew they would walk in my direction. I was standing at the foot of a small hill with some beautiful foggy tree-silhouettes in the background and I was almost 100% convinced that the Bulls would pass me on the top of the hill, exactly where I wanted to have them! And guess what, they did, perfectly in line. This impressive big boy was kind enough to hold still for a moment and look straight into my direction, I didn’t hesitate for a moment and presse...