There is nothing tough about it when you have faith in the Giant Holy DL, dumb luck. Last year i set up once between two good trails, on my Lazy Boy tree, it is actually more ergonomic than a real chair, a former four trunk basswood with one trunk gone at a perfect sitting height for my stubby legs. I was shooting right handed, the trail coming down the hill at a right to left angle would offer a 25 to 30 yard shot and the trail behind me had giant cluster tree that with the three of my LB tree would allow me to turn to take a 25 yard shot. There was a trail that i was right on, but it had a lot of sticks crossing it, no deer had been on it for some time. Two does with their fawns angled down the hill. I figured with free doe scent I should do a series of doe calls. and here comes the 155 9 pointer, head breaking his way through the trail I was sitting, with absolutely no chance to take a shot to the right, but I tried. Off my seat, half way through a nice spin and the 9 pointer blew out. I suppose that was better than having it step on me.
The next day about 200 yards over the ridge, the thermals shifted, so I picked up my stuff and went marching across the slope to catch the main wind direction. I walked into a smaller buck, it hung around about 25 yards, until I got my tangled equipment sorted out, then it headed up the hill in two bounds, but it made a mistake, he went back to doing his horny young buck thing. Dumb Luck can fall towards you or away from you.