Well I was only 20-30 yards away from closing the deal on a monster this past Saturday. Conservatively he was all of 150. He was only bedded 60 yards away in a nasty tangle of crap. I was on the edge of where a big open hardwoods meets the thick cover. I heard him stand up at 4pm and about a minute later I hear him let out a deep grunt. Well he did not want to come out of the thick crap. I grunted at him a few times and he just paced back and forth thrashing trees. I got a good look at him when he stepped into the only clear alley I could see into the thick stuff. He just never got closer then 50 yards. Every time I grunted he would get ticked off and start raising hell. This went on till shooting hours closed. I got down from my stand and he wouldn't move. I figured he just thought I was a buck making all that ruckus while packing up my gear and my stand. I started walking toward him since he was right in the direction I needed to go. I got to within 20 yards before he bolted. CRAP! I did shoot a doe while walking out of my stand on Friday. Deer were moving all day. SHot my doe at 11:45am. Bucks were on the move chasing does the whole time I was on stand. I HATE WORK!!!!