Last year during muzzleloader season, I was sitting in one of my bowstands about 60 yds from a windmill where there is a good puddle of water on the ground. Late in the evening I could hear splashing and commotion from the water hole. It finally got so late I was afraid it was going to get dark and I wouldn't have a chance to shoot. I tipped the can a couple of times and within a couple of minutes I had several deer coming to the stand. The first one I could see was a 130# doe that I promptly nailed. When I got my stuff together and started climbing down, there were still deer milling around under the stand.