It seems the some pranksters at the Volunteer High School in Church Hill, TN poured deer pee in the air conditioning unit of a classroom and sickened dozens of students. Several news sites are reporting it, and you can read it here at Chicago Sun-Times.

The vandals must have either not had any luck with that particular product or they were idiots and wasted some good urine when pepper spray would have worked better. I for one would never waste any of our secret stash of Code Blue’s Standing Estrus, especially at $40 a ounce. For a poor hunter with two kids and a wife, that is just shy of an ounce of gold at 983 buckskins!

And certainly not when it brings in bucks like these two. I killed both of them a couple of years ago when we were still hunting our 180 acre lease just down the road from the Garnett post office. I was sitting on a little dead end road that cut between two swamps in the middle of the property, when what sounded like someone hitting a rattle bag about 100 yards deep in to the swamp in front of me woke me out of an early afternoon nap.

My buddy Will and I had been hunting hard for the last few days, and I was catching up on some sleep. However I quickly came too and grabbed my estrus bleat call and let our a couple of long waaaahhhhs… I had hardly sat the call down when the bigger buck came charging out of the bush heading right for a tennis ball saturated with Code Blue that I had hung at the bottom of my stand.

I waited for the monster to go behind some big pines, then picked my gun up and got ready. And when he stepped back out at about 75 yards, I let him have it. Unfortunately as the buck went down, I realized that I had just shot a different, smaller buck. Hurriedly I tried to get my crosshairs on the giant, but did so only after he had managed to get 15 yards back in to the thick cypress swamp.

I was on him when he stopped. However I only had a head shot, and I would never want to lose a unbelievable buck like this, so I decided I would wait to see if he would give me a better shot. Sure enough, he stuck his nose up, got another wiff of the Standing Estrus doe pee and came running right back to the stand. I let him get within about 40 yards when I put a 30-06 ballistic tip through both lungs. He then ran about 100 yards and piled up just back inside of the swamp.

This is still one of my greatest hunting memories, and I will never forget it. Nor will I ever forget my friend Will’s reaction when we went to load them up. I had not told him the entire story, just that I had killed two deer with one being a giant.

When we got to the 6 point, Will exclaimed, “What a monster!” I just looked at him and said, “That’s the small one” and we went on to retrieve the bigger 8 point. And while Will had not killed a good buck yet that season, he wasn’t upset. Nor was he bummed that one of his special Code Blue tennis balls had helped get the job done. On the contrary, he was ecstatic for me… Just as a good hunting partner should be for a friend!

Now if the young hunters mentioned in the news story would quit wasting their doe pee on school pranks, they too could probably have a great experience like this.

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