I was oozing around yesterday morning and spotted a doe bedded in the briars. It was a cross wind, but quartering a little toward her, and I knew 25 yards would be about as close as I could expect to get.
The only good path to her was through some pretty rough stuff, and I did the "Old man wooly-worm" for the last 20 yards. I found myself close enough, but no opening through the thick suff. I mulled this over for quite awhile, and decided to toot the grunt call ever so softly, and maybe she would stand up........blaaaaat.....
There were 5 deer, not one, and they exploded out of there like a covey of Quail! I think the bleat calls are being used a little too often around here.......