Got out for the first time this season on Saturday afternoon.
Was settled in to my tree stand about 4pm. Didn't see anything until around 6pm, when a nice 10 pointer appeared about 25 yards away in the thick underbrush. It's still pretty green here, so all I could see of him was his head and nice rack. He grazed toward a little water hole still about 20 yards out, but still didn't have a clear shot. He took a long drink and I could see most his body, but was still plenty of brush in the way of a shot. I was confident he would finish drinking then turn down toward me and make his way out into the bean field, but instead he meandered back off into the woods. I still had plenty of daylight left, so I hoped he would come back later. He never did. Had it been later in the season, a little grunt or some light rattling may have brought him back, but with still plenty of season left, I thought best not to risk spooking him.
Later, I saw a couple of does, but too warm and too early for me to mess with them yet. When it got too dark for me to see, I climbed down in my portable climber, and was in the process of taking it off the tree when I heard a deer crashing toward me. I turned around and to my astonishment, a nice 8 pointer was running up the trail straight towards me. Of course, I had no time to nock an arrow or anything because he was on me in a matter of seconds. That deer ran right past me. I mean, RIGHT past me. I could have reached out with my bow and smacked him. It was crazy. That buck never knew I was there.
What a hunt, I can't wait to get back out there next weekend.