I sat all afternoon yesterday. Activity was consistent with at least 1-2 deer per hour. Just before 5:00, I see Ol’ One Eye coming in. He was heading right down a path that would cross in front of me at 25 yds. I get the crossbow up and off safety. He gets to 50 yds and pauses for a minute to check things out and right then, the feeder went off and he hauls ass back the way he came. Guess it wasn’t his time.