Ok, here's the story. I worked a half day yesterday, like all Fridays. I headed out to a tree that I had only hunted one time before, about 3 weeks ago. It is at the base of a steep hill with lots of oaks, and to the south about 30 yards is a cut corn field and to the weswt about 40 yards is another cut corn field, east and north is all timber. I got settled in at about 2:00. Around 3:00 I see some deer begin to move out into the field to the south. The first deer out is what remains of a real nice 10-point we had been seeing. His right beam is broke off about 3" above his base, and the other side has the G-3 snapped off and the tip of the beam is gone. He came right over to me naturally, but I let him walk, and got pissed off that he is in shambles! Deer continued to filter out into the field and the deer I shot came out. He was about 50 yards away and I grunted at him a couple of times, which he heard, but didn't really care too much about. I then decided to try and snort-wheeze at him. I sat there for about 5 minutes trying to decide whether to do it or not, and finally decided to give it a shot. So, I gave my best effort at the fabled snort-wheeze, and I couldn't believe my eyes, but he bristled up and began walking my way. He hopped a fence on the edge of the south field, and came into the woods where I was at about 40 yards. I bleated with my voice to stop and I nailed him. Perfect shot, directly through the heart, not even a scratch on the lungs. I center-punched a rib on the entry and exit, and still got a perfect passthrough, and broadhead is still in fine shape also. I'm trying to get the stupid picture up but photobucket isn't cooperating and this site never does for me, but I'll keep trying! I'm going to measure him here in a minute and get him on our scorecard too. Now its time to get a real monster!