Instead of outright taking his advice my plan was to take the LW and sticks and go find a tree near his entrance and exit rought which was more towards the center of the field. I found his track again while I was walking along this field edge looking for a tree nearby. To my surprise none of the trees near his staging area were climbable, a wind storm of sorts had them all on a 45 degree angle leaning away from the field. I kept telling myself I was where I needed to be and decided I was going to sit on the ground upwind of the trail/staging area he had been using. Thats when I started to question my decision..........
I am so used to hunting out of a stand and I sat there for fifteen minutes contemplating what to do. That pre-hung stand started to look better and better, and with time ticking I made the decision, left the LW where it laid on the ground and climbed in the pre-hung set.
An hour later that's when it all happened. I was sitting in the pre-hung set when I heard a ruckus running through the CRP field back by the eight pointers bedding area, I caught a glimps of a large rack chasing a smaller racked buck. I grabbed my bow and got ready. 2 minutes later the biggest eight pointer I've ever seen while hunting during shooting hours emerged into the field 15 yards from where my LW was laying on the ground. This buck was all of 140" and If I had a camera you would see him and my LW laying just downwind of him. I could of kicked myself. This buck was 70 yards from me in the pre-hung set I was in. I watched in absolute disbelief as this buck milled around for 10 minutes and then dissappeard back into the timber.
Lesson learned, this experience has taught me to trust my gut next time and not question what my experiences have taught me. If I had just trusted my intincts I would be posting pics and telling you a success story instead of this stupid sob story.........
