Had an encounter with the same 120ish 9 pointer that I did the other night when my peep was full of water and I couldnt' see out of it (hence resulting in not shot).

Went out this morning to a stand overlooking acornfield. The stand sits in the middle of a wide hedgerow with a hayfield behind me. At 7:30 I see him 150 yards or so behind me in the hayfield. He "shouldn't have" [:-]come out there but there he was. He's heading away from me so I tried grunting him in.

A couple grunts later and he's turned on a dime and coming in on astring right to me. I work him in to 50 yards, he stops to investigate, and then catches wind of me and trots off. Twice within 3 days I've been eye to eye with this guy and he beat me like a drum [:@]! The game is on (if he's not gone for good now)