One 3 by 3 buck came right to the base of my tree and smelled the limbs I had climbed through. He started to search for me. For the next 10 minutes he searched the entire area, trying to bust me. Finally, upwind and 100 yards away, he blew two big alarm snorts. It must have been out of frustration, or on a hunch, because he couldn't have smelled me. Right at that moment I hated him, because I figured he’d ruined any leftover chance for another encounter with a monster buck. He left, and the pinyon, sage, and juniper forest relaxed.