It took me 23 days of hunting. The story goes, It was the Thursday before gun season here in IL and I had hunted basically everyday in November. I needed to shoot something or else I was going to go crazy. Around 7:15 AM I heard a deer running behind me, I turn and look and it was a 2.5 yr 8 pt. that ran right in front of me. 20 yds behind him was this buck, I only caught a glimpse of him before he got in front of me. When he ran past, I was at full draw and decided to pass on this buck, thinking he just wasnt what I was looking for. He got about 50 yds away and stopped, facing away. I grabbed my binoculars and realized I had made the wrong choice. The only thing I could do was grab my True-Talker and see if I could turn him around. Sure enough, I hit it a couple times and he turned right around, the only problem was that now he was downwind at 35 yds. He started to get my wind and I knew it was now or never. I had a few limbs in front of me but I thought I could thread it through, I touched it off, and I was wrong. I hit a limb, but to my surprise, he had no idea where the sound came from, and he came running right back to me. He stopped at 25 yds and I hammered him. He only ran about 70 yds and crashed. Very exciting!!