My wife texted me a few minutes later, “maybe he’ll come back”. So I waited because wifey knows best. 10:15 my fingers are so red from cold and my arthritic toe is screaming for relief, I decide to get down. Back to the truck, oh crap I meant to put that memory card back in that one camera, lemme nock an arrow and sneak back to it right quick; wouldn’t you know who popped his 12-14” tines back up over the brush within 20 yds? The same buck. He did indeed come back, conveniently 5min after I was gone. Thankfully he didn’t blow at me but his hooves sounded like a hardback dictionary slamming shut as he bounded back through the thick stuff. Heart broken twice in 3 hours.
Moral: Wifey knows best.