I got to my stand late this morning, crawled up, hooked up, got an arrow nocked and sat down. After maybe 5 minutes a little six and spike show up across the fence line at about 15 yards, they acted like they wanted to jump but were hesitant and instead turned up a trail (offering me two broadside targets) which I turned down (too early in the game). I had forgotten my binoculars so I kept checking on them as they were milling around about 100 yards from my stand. The sun was glinting through the trees by this time and I see a flash of sunlight on horn and focus in on it in time to see a bigger deer, "the wallhanger" is what the neighbors who missed him last year call him. Anyway he follows a doe off down the hill into some thick stuff and I don't see them again but man was I glad I didn't shoot that six and boy do I wish I would have remembered my binos. Come on late October and early NOVEMBER!