At daybreak, I caught movement to the left of my stand, making my heart skip. It was a slick-headed doe acting very funny! Every few steps she stopped to urinate, looking over her shoulder. Without hesitation, I positioned my shooting sticks toward the doe and waited. A deep-throated grunt caught my attention. I spotted a tall-racked giant easing out of the fog. The buck was 190 yards away, but I knew that he was my shooter.