One time, I was hunting a boggy sedge meadow with a brushy ditch through it. When I came in that morning, I couldn't quite find my spot, so I ended up wantering around in front of it for a while. I had a doe pee soaked rag tied to my boot to cover my scent. When I finally found my spot, I put some doe pee on the trail and nessled into the ditch.
About 9:00, I heard a swishing in the grass and a nice 6 pointer was comming in. He was sniffing like a hound dog. However, instead of taking the runway, he followed my trail!!
At 6 paces his head poked around the bush I was hiding beside, our eyes met for a second and he bugged otta there in a hurry.
I don't juice my boots any more...
That was fun, though.