I took a walk today since we can't hunt sundays and found some fresh scrapes. I followed the tracks and found the maker of the scrapes. He was an small 6 pointer. I was surprised he didn't see me and I hid behind a tree. He walked down the trail and noticed me at about 15 yards. Did he run? No, he walk towards me angrily with his neck all puffed up. Now he is less than 5 yards away and I am screaming swinging a stick. He does not look so small anymore. He did not flinch from my useless stick swinging and idle threats so I ran to the nearest tree but there was nothing good to climb. He decided not to kill me and started making more scrapes like I wasn't even there. To leave the woods I had to walk past him so I slowly followed him keeping my distance while he made scrapes until I could get out of the woods. Last week I was back there pouring doe in heat urine on scrapes. Good thing I had no urine this week because I am sure he would of mauled me.