Thursday was the worst. I sat a new stand on Wednesday, and because it was new real estate to me, and because a dozen does and tiny bucks worked the area, I had plenty to see. Late that evening, well after legal shooting light, I saw a buck come into the clearing. He looked wide, but had weak brow tines, at least what I could see in the shadows. I returned to the blind on Thursday, saw the same does but not a single buck. I felt like I was in some sort of back-woods penitentiary, unable to move or make sounds lest I scare away the buck just out of sight.