That sucks Dave. I had the same thing happen to me two years ago, when a good buck came into my mock scrape from behind mein the rainandI never heard or saw him coming. By the time I spotted him, he was cruising in, and he turned right toward me, and started licking my scent wicks. I almost died, his eyes were looking right up at me, as he was sniffing and licking the wicks. There I sat, with my bow in my lap, afraid to breathe, with this buck quartering toward me in my own stinkin'mock scrape. I felt like the biggest fool.

He stood around for a while, and walked straight away from me, through a thicket. I couldn't even get a broadside shot to attempt. All I saw was arse and antlers. I waited all day for that deer to come back, and all I got was cold and miserable.

After it's over, you sit around and second guess yourself. I trust you'llknow what to do differently next time - and he'll be back.