I had one Buck that hung out with the Ducks. There was most always Ducks where he bedded down, in the thick brush near a bend in the creek.

Something people sometimes forget is the forest telegraph, different species warn each other when there is danger.

What happened is he got pushed away from his favorite bedding area by Duck hunters. It was temporary, he'd drift back eventually. What he did do was scrape and rub, basically expand his territory. I set up on his new border, on a new rub and waited a few mornings and evenings. I eventually got him at a round 25 yards from a temporary ground blind. I cleared a path of dead leaves and twigs so I could sneak in quiet in the dark.

I'm not sure if it is universal, but this Buck tended to scrape and rub evenings and lick low branches mornings. But I did ambush him on the way to a rub early one morning, so his tendencies/habits weren't a rule, just a tendency. He was mostly nocturnal and marked on the way too and from bed.

Funny story about that, I was after a Buck on the next stretch of Creek bank. I was in a high seat, almost falling asleep, it was late morning just getting warm out. I had been up there since zero dark thirty. When all of sudden the silence was broken by a crash (breaking brush) and a loud splash. I almost dropped my rifle I was so startled. The Creek there is maybe 30 feet wide and 6-8 feet deep, that Buck dove in and swam across. I was sitting with my back to the creek overlooking an open field. The bank was steep, it was five feet almost vertical to the water, there were only a few spots to cross without having a vertical climb to get out of the water.. I spotted where he typically crossed and set up for him there the next time.