Watched a knot head for a bit.
I used the doe bleat. Ol knothead barely looked up. But every time I bleated, an unseen in the bushes would grunt. I quit after couple series hoping he’d come looking but he hadn’t yet.


“Killing tomorrow’s trophies today.”

On the distance I like to walk to my stands:
“The first 100 yards is also the last 100 yards.”