Early one oct-morning 2001 I was sitting along a small creek that had was flooded due to all the rain we had that yr. I had not been there 15min when i looked up this hardwood ridge about75 yrds. and this 150-160 class i think maby a ten or more points was walking down the hill in my my dirrection. When he stoped about half way down and turned and walked back up over the hill i did not know why he did that? Know more the 20 min went by when i just happen to look down and there he was almost directly under me.I did not here him comming, one becouse the ground was so wet and the creek was making so much noise rushing over the rocks. I drew back and as i was an anchoring to make the shoot the buck stoped in his tracks and for a split second i could not move then he turned all in one motion and slashed back the way he came. I never so that buck again. but every time i sit in that stand it haunt`s me to this day!