I tie a drag rag on a short string tied to boots and have killed nice bucks following me to my stand. Shot an eight pointer directly under my tree smelling on the ground where I had poured Vanilla on ground....shot him with smoke pole thru back of neck...dropped right there. It was at last light and I sent my 50 cal. down on a string and when gun barrel hit him he got up and thrashing all around in the dark. Got down and trailed him across a creek...lost blood trail. Hunted him for couple days never found him. Back in the early 80's was standing on street in a crowd watching the Christmas parade go by and hunting buddy comes up behind me.....he says you got to see what I got. He just does open a bottle of Tinks 69.....stopped the whole parade...people running everywhere...never forget it.
