Last fall the Stretchback elicited consistently positive, if not calming, results when played for does and a few bucks in South Dakota, Wyoming, and Illinois, but the definitive test came in frigid mid-November, in north-central Kansas. That’s when I suddenly found myself watching a 160-class brute skirt the far edge of my creekbottom stand site. And much like the big Wisconsin 8-point so long ago, this buck was almost instantly pointed in the wrong direction. But the freeze-proof Stretchback saved the day. Not only was I able to stop that buck at 90-some yards with a few loud grunts, but slowly, gradually, turn it my way—and this after every bit of the buck’s considerable body language screamed resistance. When the 27-yard shot finally came I couldn’t believe my good fortune.