When hunting from the ground, visibility is always a problem. I feared the deer would be in and through my shooting lane before I could react, so I opened the zipper on the top of the blind, donned two charcoal head nets, stuck my head out and then zipped the blind tightly back around my neck. What a sight that must have been-a ground blind with a head! I stood like that all afternoon and all of the next day. The vision of that buck was enough for me to endure the discomfort. A few deer passed close by without noticing me, which was really quite a strange feeling. Others saw or smelled me and moved off nervously. None of them was the big buck. I hunted Stand 7 the next morning, thinking that the deer might be using the ridge it was on as a bedding area. I saw very little that morning and started to get the feeling that the buck was a one-shot wonder, just like nearly every other mature buck I have known. On November 24, I gave up on the big deer when one of the other people hunting the farm started putting up stands where I had seen the massive buck.