"Then around 9:15 a spike runs a doe all around my tree for a few minutes, running her in circles," Ben continues. "They both tear back into a large pond, making a ton of noise crashing around and splashing through water. About ten minutes later I hear some rustling back where they ran in and turn my head only to see a solid coastal Georgia eight-pointer come out and charge straight to my tree, grunting the entire way. I bleated with my mouth, but he was still charging, so I bleated again and he slows down just a tad. By now I'm standing up and I shoot him straight underneath me as he ran by. He runs into the swamp drain and falls once. I lost sight of him. I saw blood everywhere so I knew he was hit good. Jacob and I talk on the phone and agree to stay longer since they're rutting. About 10-15 minutes later I believe I heard a grunt from the swamp drain. Then I spot a pretty decent six-pointer coming down the inside edge of the drain. I watch him sniff and sniff, looking for the doe that had laid a scent trail all around me, or my two scent bombs filled with Special Golden Estrus. I enjoyed watching him for about 15-20 minutes before he wandered off."