It was slow this morning....(and I found my flute)....so about 8:00 I made a couple doe bleats....followed up by a series of rutting grunts.

5 minutes later....a HOSS of a 3-pointer () shows up, looking around.

I may have just accomplished the seemingly impossible. I may have called in my first NC buck.

Who knows? If he'd been the one I'm after and I'd killed him......I'd have hung the flute around his neck for the harvest photos.