Had a 140" or better 10 point lock up at 60 yards. He was following a 5 hour old doe trail and when he hit the edge of the field, he stopped, sniffed around and turn right around. No calling could coax him back.
Worst part is the wind switched to the worst possible direction for that stand. I trust in the power of smoke, but I still don't tempt fate. I climbed down and moved to my blind in the bottom. The does are always down here. Hopefully they show tonight and bring a boyfriend!