(TRUE STORY) I was hunting on some land that you had to walk about a 1/2 mile on an old mans land. And i asked him if it was okay to cross his land to get to the land that i was hunting on. And he said it was okay as long as i promised him that i wouldn't hunt on his land. So i did. And after about a week of walking an old wood cutters trail a scrape appeared in the middle of the trail. So i went around it and went on with my hunt. The next morning as i passed it i heard a LOUD sound and i looked up on the hill to the west of the trail there 75 yards stood a 150 + class buck. And he was mad ass hell that i was walking passed his scrape! So i watched him for a bit and went on with my hunt. And the next morning as i walked by it he was waiting there and when he saw me he started going nuts running back and forth! I knew he wanted to kick my a$$ but he didn't get any closer than 50 yards. So i peed in his scrape just to see what he would do since i gave the old man my word that i wouldn't kill any deer on his land. Like clockwork he was there the next morning (mad ass hell) so i peed on it and dumped my coffee in it. And day after day he was there waiting for me for around two weeks! I tried every thing to freak him out! I put all kinds of food in it. I put my jacket on it and i even covered it with brush! And every time the scrape got bigger and bigger. It looked like a bomb went off there! Till one day he just vanished.
