I usually sit in my stand looking at every possible hole in every bush to see if I see any movement whatsoever. I constantly have my head on a swivel trying to figure out what direction that deer might come from. I say to myself..."if he comes from that this direction I'll wait till he passes this tree and then he's getting blasted. Then by late afternoon when I haven't seen anything move but some damn birds in the thicket making all kinds of noise I say to myself...." Damn! The deer aren't moving, I having seen ****!" "My knees, my back, my ankles are killing me!" Then I start thinking about being at home, sitting on the couch next to that warm heater in my sweats watching college football and drinking a cold beer. Then I say to myself..."I'M OUTTA HERE!" "I'll try again tomorrow."