Immobility and Compromise
Once I placed a tree stand to overlook a creekbottom in the Black Hills of Wyoming, with the breeze at my back. I planned to do some rattling and grunting, and called-in whitetails typically circle in downwind. But on this morning a mature buck came in behind me, snorting once from the edge of the pines to my left. I glimpsed him as he walked inside the timber, but he circled behind me, where it was impossible to shoot. We grunted and snorted at each other for five minutes before he moved off, never to be seen again. From a ground blind, I could have killed him easily by crawling into a good shooting position.