One year I was hunting a nice buck that was bedding in a small cattail swamp. I had two stands set up in two different fence rows to try to intercept him. One morning I was in one of the stands and was going to stand up and I stumbled. I caught myself but had made a big motion. [&:] When I looked out to where I thought the buck might be coming from I saw him sprinting for the cattails.[:@]I hoped that he was just late going to bed and that he hadn't seen me. Later that afternoon I set up in the other stand and waited for him to come out of his bed. About 20 minutes before dark I saw antlers coming out of the cattails. The buck got to the edge of the field and the cattails and stopped and looked around before heading in my direction. He walked about 15 yards, stopped and looked directly up at the stand I was in that morning!! He took about three more steps and carefully examined the empty stand once more before proceeding my way. He got to within 12 yards of me when the wind switched, hitting the back of my neck. That was the last time I ever saw that buck. [&o]

That buck learned to look up!