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Friday I went back into that stand. After it quieted down I started to rattle, 20 minutes later I heard some soft grunts, this went on for about 45 minutes. Finally I heard one coming, and at 80 yards I saw a spike, he was grunting soft.. I hit the can to see what he would do, and he stopped, looked my direction, so I hit it again and he came in on a string. First and foremost I am a meathunter, and I think any deer you take is a trophy. He presented me with a 20 yard shot so I double lunged hi, meat in the freezer.
On Saturday! myself and canalratt went in to stands that are 200 yards apart in a swamp. After it quieted down I did a rattling sequence, and 10 minutes later I heard a deer approaching from behind. Unfortunately the wind was blowing that way and I never saw the deer and it trotted off between us. At 640 I rattled off another sequence mixing in some grunts and bleats. About 15 minutes later I heard a deer coming in front of me, it was him the big 8. It was so quiet in the woods you could hear a mouse fart at 100 yards, this was to be my undoing. He spent about 20 minutes in front of me never offering a shot. He was trying to come down my right side but stopped 5 feet from Friday's gut pile, he just stood there sniffing the ground for about 5 minutes, I was starting to get the shakes. He casually turned around, and walk back circling around to 20 yards in front of me, stopping behind a triple trunked oak. I could see his eye between the trunks, I needed one step to block his eye so I could draw, and 3 more to drill him. He took the step and I drew, he heard the arrow sliding on the rest, and bounded away 20 yards, stopped and walked back to where he came from. Just too damn quiet, if it was a little breezy and the leaves were rustling I would have been all set. I will see him again.
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