Last 15 minutes of my last day in Indiana tonight, I rattle up a stud buck from about 3-400 yards away. I could judge his reactions with binos and ended up having him come in on a string. I am decoying out in giant fields with a Ghillie. Nearest trees are 150 yds away behind me. He was just dropped from clouds into the expanses of fields. He comes in to 10 yards, head on, then walks into the head high grass at 8 yds. 155" buck and built like a truck. Not quartering, no broadside, ugh, I don't take the shot. 8 yds. He smells nothing he liked down wind of the decoy and rapidly retreats. I take a 25 yard shot and the prairie grass helps take down my arrow as he turned to look. He doesn't spook, but circles down wind of me almost offering another shot when he finally catches my scent and blows out of there. I was just a second from getting another crack. Man, what an amazing experience. I've never been that close to an old brute like that, and certainly never rattled up a buck like that. It was a blur!