drahthaar
Active member
What I was thinking after the fact, was, if you are gonna play around with a primos can making doe sounds, you might get more than what you bargained for.
We got a few inches of snow finally, so I headed to the woods to look for a bull. All I found was a new whitetail hotspot(I hope). A buck sniffing after a doe(I know its early), and a huge area of torn up snow and ground where two bucks had beat the crap out of each other. Wasn't play time either, blood was drawn.
Figured it wouldn't hurt to break out "the can" and see what happens. Well, this happened.
I was trying to dry stuff off as I was sweating my ass off hiking up to this big flat on the side of the mountain. I turned that can about 15 to 20 times. waited til I cooled off and put everything back in my pack. Got up, put my pack on, walked about two steps where I could see over the side of this little knoll and she was slinking off. At about 30 yards, she stopped and looked back, it was all the time I needed. After it was all said and done, I went back to see her tracks. They came to inside 15 yards of me, and I never knew! Putting my pack on must have sent her the other way. Glad I bought a general season tag.
The hike out with her strapped on my pack was not fun, slipping down that hill for a mile.
We got a few inches of snow finally, so I headed to the woods to look for a bull. All I found was a new whitetail hotspot(I hope). A buck sniffing after a doe(I know its early), and a huge area of torn up snow and ground where two bucks had beat the crap out of each other. Wasn't play time either, blood was drawn.
Figured it wouldn't hurt to break out "the can" and see what happens. Well, this happened.
I was trying to dry stuff off as I was sweating my ass off hiking up to this big flat on the side of the mountain. I turned that can about 15 to 20 times. waited til I cooled off and put everything back in my pack. Got up, put my pack on, walked about two steps where I could see over the side of this little knoll and she was slinking off. At about 30 yards, she stopped and looked back, it was all the time I needed. After it was all said and done, I went back to see her tracks. They came to inside 15 yards of me, and I never knew! Putting my pack on must have sent her the other way. Glad I bought a general season tag.
The hike out with her strapped on my pack was not fun, slipping down that hill for a mile.
