The buck stepped cautiously out of the thicket and began to walk up the hill toward Giger. When the bruiser reached the tree Giger had staked out the previous night, it stopped. "He started sniffing up and down this tree, up and down," Giger said. "And the whole time I'm thinking, 'Oh man I'm busted. He's got my stand, there's no way I'm going to get a good shot.'"