Got a buddy that would rather climb a tree to tell a lie than lie in bed and tell the truth. The one that stands out the most was a couple of bow seasons ago. Call and said I killed a good 9 point yesterday evening but I didn't find him until this morning and yotes had eaten every thing except for the horns. So I see him like 2 wks later and he has some horns in the back of the truck. I say let me see them. You can tell they are like a few years old. He says, that's the 9 I killed a few wks ago. What he had forgot is that I helped them drag that deer out of a hellva holler about 5 years ago. He's a good hunter but he just has to try and out do al of his friends.

Get close, call soft