I struck out this weekend, but I saw Mr. Big Stuff, as I'm calling him now, again. He stopped thirty five yards out behind some limbs, and just looked in my general direction. He stood there for a long time, and looked like he was going to step out in bow range when he decided to go around the other side. He walked calmly away, so he didn't spook, but he knew something wasn't quite right. I guess that is why they get so big.
I'm going back in a couple of weeks and hopefully he will still have his head gear and show up again in bow range. Unfortunately, it will be past the date for the contest.