A smart buck who has survived a few hunting seasons knows that when he moves, he is in danger. He understands that with all these hunters in the woods, if he runs off in a blind panic or tries to cover a lot of ground, he will get shot. He knows that sitting still and hunkering down is the key to surviving the day. He can move into a remote area after dark. But sometime in the morning of opening day, he will pull back to a comfortable place. A place he uses a lot and likes, a place where he feels secure and safe. A trashy place. A place where I am waiting.