A couple minutes later a decent 6 point comes in following their trail. Soon he got too close and one broke for the woods with him right behind her. She came back to the field after a few minutes and headed into the thick weeds again. He came back, circled around her and soon the chase (into the woods) was on again.
Never even came close to getting a shot, but it still made my evening in the stand seem like a success!
On the way out after it was dark I had my Fenix HL55 headlamp on and was moving very slowly because of my hip (starting to hurt). Spotted something shining on the ground that didn't look normal. On closer examination I found it was a 107 year old (1907) "barber" dime. Guess the walk out was a success, too.

