Lessons learned...
1. Never, under any circumstances, allow your bow to leave your bowhand. Had the second largest buck I've seen on the hoof broadside at 6 yards for about 45 seconds. Unfortunately, he arrived "unannounced" 30 seconds after I set the bow down for a handwarming break. He pegged me right off, but never figured out exactly what I was; hence, the 45 seconds of agony.
2. There is always an upside. Being able to describe in excruciating detail the attributes of the local monarch(perfectly symmetrical 10 pt, great mass, short brow tines, and an unusual reddish hue to his coat) adds credence to the wild goose chases I subsequently could send my buddies on..."He's massive, but you won't believe where I saw him. Y'know that thicket 3 ridges over, on the other side of the swamp? Get there before light, and I bet you'll get a crack at him. Probably oughtta leave the cabin about 4 a.m. to give ya plenty of time. I'd go myself, but yesterday's trek really tore up my knees. I'm gonna hang close to camp today, recuperate, then try for Ole Rusty tomorrow." Two of 'em took the bait...suckers. The above encounter took place within 300 yards of the cabin door.
3. Can't wait 'til my son is ready to go along. It'll be nice to hunt with someone less gullible.