I came extremely close yesterday to shooting a 120"ish 8 point. I went in around 2:00 for my afternoon sit. Around 2:30 I got a couple of granola bars out of my pack for "lunch". I unwrapped them as fast as I could trying to minimize the sound. I know between rustling around in the pack and the cellophane wrappers, I had made a ton of noise, but oh well, I didn't expect to see much movement for a while. I finished my lunch and was taking a big swig of water when I see antlers moving toward me across the nearby ditch. It's a shooter. He's 25 yards behind some saplings. I've got no shot. He freezes. He's completely upwind. He's not reacting like he has any idea I'm there. I put down the water bottle and grab my bow. He knows something is not quite right. He takes a couple steps and I ready my bow. I need him to take 4 more steps into the small clearing where there is an active scrape. I'm already thinking about the recovery. He never did take those last 4 steps. He stood there for what seemed like an hour, and then like that, he walked directly away from me and then into some thicket. The worst part of the situation is that I noticed that some additional shooting lane trimming was needed when I sat this stand the previous night. I had planned on going in early to do the trimming, but opted to go to the 3d range instead. The saplings that were blocking my shot would have been cut if I had made the choice to do the trimming.