The last club I was in had a peckerhead president so my buddy and I went to his wife's beauty shop and got a bag full of womens hair that had been cut and two dozen little brass bells from the dollar store. We scattered the hair and tied those bells to the end of small branches in a hundred yard circle of his stands and ever time there was the slighest breeze (especially at sunrise/sunset) he had to listen to those bells ringing and no deer came anywhere near the smell of the hair. He didn't get sh$t that year and was whining to everyone about the bells driving him nuts and trying to find them all.
