7:45.
I thought I heard something..."is that rattling?" I thought to myself.
A quick check through the binnoculars confirmed the stuff dreams are made of. Two nice whitetails with horns locked were on the adjacent ridge. A flurry of scenarios rushed through my head.
"Should I rattle, grunt, uhhhh...no just be quiet, let it play out, ok maybe just a little grunt, then try rattling a little" The argument with myself took only a second. I rattled softly for a short sequence. The rattling sparked some interest and one buck peered my way. A couple of soft grunts and he slowly began lumbering my way. Not in a hurry, but I had all morning and there was no need to pressure the buck.
The end result...