This was my one chance I could hunt this week, so I went for it. When I got to the farm, I saw no deer driving in the lane. Sometimes see a dozen or more. Up the road 30 yds. into the woods, turn to park the Mountaineer, and there's a deer bounding away, and another crossing the headlights before I could turn them off. Head up the road to the T and I can hear deer on both sides of the road, most bounding/running, a snort of two. When I got to the T, I went left and after 40 yards or so, assuming I was above the deer, I cocked the crossbow. More bounding and a few snorts, but all below me. Just another reason I won't cock the crossbow right at a stand, especially on a calm morning. Headed up the main trail/road up to the flat where my son killed his first archery buck, and where we have seen several bucks in mid-early season. It was never easy as an old logging road, now a renewed logging road, it was rocky and strewn with forearm sized branches. Thankful for all the leg strengthening I've forced myself to do this year. Got close to where the side trail used to break off, but it looks different with all the logging activity. I look to my left and see a decent opening, with a log to sit on perhaps 20 yards from the road I'm on. Decided to sit there until it was light enough to really see. I figured this was more of a scouting trip than a real deer hunt anyway since I had no stand that I could use today. Weather station said NNE wind (there was hardly any wind), and I was really feeling the humidity when I got to the log and got ready to wait. Sitting facing the road, brush screening me from below until the deer got in an opening I could shoot. Naturally, I hear deer coming up the mountain behind me! Still not really light. Can't turn around. Suddenly there is a leaf crunch that sounds pretty close. Then a few bounds, then the second deer bounds a few times too. Thought "they know I'm here, but that's not too bad. Then the snort, but it was only one. They finally moved up the hill. I put my leafy mask and hood on now, and I had pretty much stopped sweating. I heard a faint sound behind and below me, so I carefully turned and knelt beside the log to face away from the road. Another, louder deer/leaf noise. Then he moved into the opening you see in the pic above. It was right at legal shooting time, but I couldn't see well. Knew it was a buck, as he looked at me, but only for a second and he went back to just doing deer stuff. Couldn't tell how big the rack was, just that he had one. He took a few steps forward and stopped with his head behind the tree with the red paint on it. Twenty five broadside standing with his head behind the tree. I never seriously considered putting the bow up to look through the scope. I didn't know for sure how big the rack was, just that it wasn't anything special. When he moved off a little, I could see the rack against a light rock in the background. Looked like a decent 6 point, but nothing more. Had another quartering away chance. He's still doing his thing, and I'm typing on the 'puter instead of sweating my butt off. I waited a couple of hours to finally go on my scouting mission. A lot of deer tracks on the road above where I was sitting, the majority of which were heading downhill. I looked around some for an ambush spot and there were a few choices. I found the side trail I always used to be able to find in the dark. Went out there about 100 yards, and it got to be a chore avoiding the deer droppings as I walked. Found the place in the second pic, and I think I will try an afternoon/evening hunt there, as soon as conditions are right. The trail coming down the mountain at the far left of the pic is right where my son's deer was lying when he took me to it. The deer are definitely getting up the hill farther and earlier than the last 3 years. Gypsy moths under control and more rain has the oaks dropping acorns again. Gotta adapt. For today, like Frank says, having fun in the woods without all the work.