Let it fly. I shot a doe this morning. She walked right through my puddle at the bottom of tree. While I was giving her time (arrow hit opposite side shoulder blade and didn’t exit), I had a six point walk right through it, too (I pardoned him-for now). Neither deer spooked in the least. I used to spit Copenhagen on the ground, too. Not sure that mattered, either. Glad I quit that stuff, though.
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