Many years ago, we were after a bushel basket rack buck, in a land locked series of overgrown fields, surrounded by strips of woods. We had seen him several times, but never within bow range. Usually, "across the field"...
This buck had every Ironwood tree on the place tore up!!!
In a field corner, about 10yds into the woods and 5yds from a small deep brook, (5' wide, 3' deep)
Was a clump of 8-10 Ironwood trees about 3-5" in diameter that was completely TORE UP!!!
By the looks of where he was rubbing, and the gouge marks dug into the trees behind it, he had at least 12" tines!!
Back then, all of my "stands" were homemade wood ladder stands.
There was no way to get one back into that field corner, and as far as I knew, nobody had found this yet.
Not wanting to advertise what I had found, and not wanting to spook the buck with activity, I made a plan...
Sit on the ground.
There was a big maple tree 17 steps away from the Ironwood clump. I cleared the ground at the base of the tree and set down cross legged, to draw my bow and see if this was going to work?
All seemed good!! I got out of there...
I spent the next 2 days, shooting cross legged, 17 steps from my target in the yard.
The 3rd day I parked my truck and headed across the fields in the dark. When I got to the corner, I waited for first light, when I could make out trees and slip in as quietly as possible. I found my spot and set down.
A couple hours later, I heard footsteps behind me... Then quietly splashing water....
The buck came in from behind me, on my right side. (I shoot right handed)
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him, 2 steps away.... His rack is huge!!! 12 LONG points and a few "stickers" that were a couple/few inches long!!! Then, he looked at me.... I don't know for how long, it seemed like forever.
Then, he walked to the Ironwood clump and started to rake his antlers...
My bow was in my lap. I tightened my grip, and a little tension on the string, and got ready to draw....
Then, he looked at me. AGAIN!! Almost like he knew I was there, and what I was going to do?
This went on for a while... He would rub, and rake, and then look at me.
Then.... He stopped. He looked at me one last time, gave a single grunt, and walked off.
I just watched him go... I was 17