Dang, that picture came out big. Hope it's not too big but I'm just a moron when it comes to pixels, etc.
...Anyway, it was way too quiet to be stalking and as I neared the second pivot track I knew the buck (if he was still there) had to know something was in the corn. So I occasionally grunted and also began pulling on ears of corns like you might hear a feeding deer do. But doing this at a slow pace meant I was running out of shooting light and by the time I reached the pivot track, I probably had 10 minutes left or so. I was maybe 30 rows away from the grassy lane area (not the grassy knoll), and continued my strategy of trying to sound like a deer. I was maybe 10 yards from the edge when I could see corn stalks moving maybe 4 yards away from me, just off the pivot track. I froze, waited, pulled a corn ear, waited, and after maybe 60 seconds HE stepped into the pivot track but immediately bolted out into the grassy area.
I figured the gig was up, but that it was very cool to have been that close to a nice buck. I tiptoed down the pivot track and I'll be darned if he hadn't stopped out there on the lane and was looking back to see just what the heck was still in the corn. I was maybe 3-4 rows still from the edge, but there was a narrow gap and if I leaned forward and began my draw, the upperbowstring pulled back an obstruction and I lined up and let her go.
Definitely heard what sounded like a good hit. Blood found on the site, 60 yards later I'm standing over a fairly heavy and gnarly 127"ish 4x5. All my kills are memorable, but this was one that will be hard to forget.
Pronghorn longbow, Woodsman head, Sitka Gear...