While in my tree during November bow season the morning gave way to the riseing sun, and the relife of its warmth from the cold morning. I watched a fox walk right near my scent bombs and countine about 20ft from them and he jumped on a large rock and went to the end where he could look down the valley, he snuggled up and went asleep.
He left about 45 ninutes later, and 5 minutes after that I nailed a nice 8pt 30yds from where he was.