I took a midweek afternoon off to do a little bowhunting back in November of '91?. I had permission to hunt 90 acres of private ground just north of the Coralville Resevoir. It is surrounded by private property that gets a lot of pressure, so I thought midweek I had a better chance of having the area to myself. I knew of a small stream that ran through a dense section of woods. There was a multi-trunk tree, with each of the six trunks being about 10 inches in diameter. It was completely tore up. My heart was pounding thinking of what type of monster buck it must be to tear up such large trees. I found a tree about 50 yards away that had about a 45 degree lean and climbed up it as high as I could while still having a comfortable place to sit on the trunk.
After awhile, I heard what sounded like two bucks fighting in the timber up the hill. I didn't have rattling antlers with me, but I did have my trusty grunt call. I thought what the heck, give 'em a grunt. Didn't take long after the grunt to hear something moving through the timber towards me. I waited until he was real close before I jumped out of the tree. I think he had to change his undies when he got home!
So technically, I grunted this bowhunter in instead of rattling. How he thought he was going to walk up on a buck that just grunted to rattling is beyond me. But then again, since he was trespassing, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. I read him the riot act about how trespassers are part of the reason it is so hard to get permission. I asked him who's land he was on and he stammered about not knowing to which I informed him it is his responsibility to know where the property boundaries are. Come to find out, his friend owned a piece of neighboring ground and he jumped the fence.