The first evening I was at this spot the wind suddenly stopped after blowing all day so I decided to rattle. 15 minutes later he was just 8 yards behind me. I didn't get a shot until he was quartering away at 25 yds. Since it entered at the liver I decided to back out. He ran nearly 300 yds before reaching his final resting place. My bro drove down from Michigan and we recovered him the next morning, making for my most memorable hunt ever.