Saturday morning, we were first in the parking lot again. Sweet, the guy who was hunting within 100 yards of us was not there. It was supposed to be a crisp mid-20s morning, but heating up to mid-60s by midday.
The first action was a doe coming through at 6:50am on the "low trail". Sure enough, a buck moved through two minutes later. Unfortunately, he was 36 yards out and not slowing down. He looked to be a young 3x4, but at this point any buck was vulnerable as we're running out of days where we can get in the field.
20 minutes later (7:10am), what appeared to be a very similar looking doe heading back the other way came through on the "high trail", only 14 yards away. FireTiger was determined to hold out for a buck at least one more day, so we watched her ease on by. We eagerly awaited the buck following, but after several minutes passed we started to wonder. Suddenly, we were caught off guard by a noise behind us. Indeed, it was the same young buck from before, but this time instead of being hot on her heels, he was following a parallel trail in the wide open behind us 20 yards (7:18am). FireTiger tried to get turned around, but as he was over her right shoulder, it was too much movement and he busted us.
Things settled down for a bit when I caught movement again on the low trail to our left (7:50am). This time, it was the heavy short tined 8 point I posted a camera pic of earlier this year. I ranged him at 48 yards, which surprised the heck out of me considering how much bigger he was than the first deer to come through. He moved behind the same olive trees as the other deer, and we prepped for possibilities. FireTiger drew as he stepped out, but he was still 48 yards away, which is beyond her effective range. We may have made too much commotion at this point, as Hank started to wonder what was going on and began to stand to look out of the blind.

The buck didn't run off but he ducked into the cover.
Shortly thereafter, FireTiger realized she left her medication in the truck, so she sent Hank and I back the two mile round trip to fetch it for her. Upon my return, I could tell something had happened. Apparently, she had decided to try a grunt sequence. Nothing happened immediately, so she put her bow down and started to do something, and next she looked up and there was a large buck 15 yards away staring right at her. He gave her the stomping and huffing business before heading back into the cover. She never even picked up her bow.