A couple mornings later, I went hunting with my neighbor at one of his large hunting properties. We spread out and covered about a quarter of a massive regenerating clear cut and hoped the freezing cold temperatures and hard frost would outweigh the wind that was going to be ripping through the short pines and broomsedge hillsides.
It was about 7:45 when the sun finally broke out and started warming things up and within 2 or 3 minutes I caught movement a quarter-mile away…literally. 400 yards on the rangefinder. I could see antlers but that was about it, so I grabbed my antlers and smashed them together for 10 or 15 seconds to see if I could get the deer’s attention.
I was shocked to say the least when he stopped and looked my way. I was about to fall out of the stand when he turned and started down towards me! It was a miracle he had heard me let alone decided I was something worth investigating.
Once he got to within 200 yards, I decided he was a year too young to harvest, but I was certainly enjoying the show he was putting on. Having closed the distance in half, I had spent so much time glassing this buck trying to decide whether or not he was a shooter, I had missed the other buck coming in from my right side. He was a good 200 yards into the cutover when I finally saw him.
After the 2 bucks had their little encounter, I grunted at the 7 pointer and before long he was headed into my lap. Nearly 30 minutes after I first saw him, he sneaked past my tripod stand at under 20 yards. By far the farthest I have ever called in a deer and it was quite an exciting morning even though they were the only deer I saw.
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