Last year while on my way to my favorite spot I had a major goof. I parked my truck at the field entrance as usual and got everything ready, climber, bow, scent lock suit on....blahblah,blah. It's about a 1/2to 3/4 mile walk down an old logging road thats wide enough for one vehicle.to where I hunt along a ridge with a stream down bottom that leads to a marsh. I always walk slow to stay as quiet as possible. As I was rounding a corner I caught a movement to my left, and stopped immediatly to see a nicerackcoming up from a brookinto a Pine standwith a couple shooting lanes.All this happening no more than 15 yards from where I'm standing.I raised my bow slowly to draw and set my pin on him when I realize I never knocked an arrow for the walk down to my site, (which I always do sxcept for this day). Buck spooks and is gone. Huge Lesson learned the hard way.