Finished up at school at 3:30 on Tuesday the 20th of November. Hurried home and changed into my gear. I grabbed a couple of field tips on the way out and stopped by the target butt for a couple of practice shots. The first one went right were it should so I didn't take the second. Instead I hurried to my stand. It has been so warm for so long but about 10:0 this morning a cold front went thru and I was bundled up and ready to see if it would change my luck. I pulled up to where I would approach my stand and a buck was already down by it and I saw another a quarter of a mile north running toward me on the creek. I thought a short bit if I should try to get to my stand anyway or not bother it with deer coming in. I was out in a flash. I ran 200 yards down wind, got into the woods, and then into the creekbed out of sight. I hustled into the wind from down in the mostly dry creekbed until I reached my tree. Keeping it between me and where I spotted the deer I started up the tree...