I hunted all weekend and didn't see a deer. Saturday morning it was 21 degrees. My water bottle froze and the idiot up the hill from my ladder thought a bleat can as loud as a truck horn should be used as often as possible. He once hit it 6 times in 4 minutes. I sent him a text message telling him to cut it out. Saturday evening I moved to some thick pines, made a blind out of some fallen branches and sat in a chair. The wind changed and at dusk a doe winded me. She blew a few times before running off. Sunday was warmer, 34 degrees. I think the deer were up all night eating and stayed down all day. Sunday evening they didn't start moving again until way after shooting light was gone.