As kids we were gonna play a joke on my uncle in a place he had been hunting. We went in there and hooked trees and made scrapes had the place tore up. Well it backfired on us. He went there and saw all the sign hunted it for a couple days and killed a big eight point. Here we are as kids never hardly even seen a racked buck before and he goes and kills a good one.

A club I was in up in evergreen there was a guy that if he found out you were on a buck he would camp out on top of you. Well me and some other guys got tired of it so we found out where he was hunting and tore the area up. We made scrapes hooked trees and took a shoulder mounted deer and barely stuck it in front of his trail camera. That was game over he stayed in the spot damn near all year hoping that buck would come back. He came back to camp one day bragging about some giant buck he was one and all the sign he had found. I don’t think anyone ever told him what all we did but it kept him away from us the rest of the year