The last buck my dad shot ...... it was fairly early morning and we met up after sitting in our stands to discuss a plan. He decided he was gonna head back to camp to get breakfast started, which was fine with me
We weren't more than a 10 minute walk to camp, so I just stayed put, figuring I'd let him get to camp and let the woods "quiet down" before I started still hunting my way through a nearby woodlot. I ate a sandwich, looked at my watch .... 10 minutes had passed. Stood up and hear KA-BOOMTHWACK from the direction of .... no, from IN camp. Hustle over there, dad is gutting a buck. He got to camp, threw some wood on the fire, looked up and there stood his buck, 50 yards away.
Over the years I've learned that not only do they show up when you least expect it .... they in fact make a habit out of doing so