The next morning I was at a new vantage point.  The snow only remained in the shaded areas, as I glassed the opposite hillside. Shortly after daylight I spotted a buck moving across the hill in my direction.  I watched him as he moved through the distant draws and moved twice to follow his movements into the brushy draws.  At one point he was 230 yard from me across a gully.   He dropped into the gully and never emerged.  As I stepped forward to look deeper into the thicket, three different creases led out in different directions.  I spent the remainder of the morning looking for him and only busted a doe and fawn in the thick cover.  The buck had just VANISHED.  

 The rest of the day was uneventful except for a long hike down a brushy ridge that just served to tire me more.  I went back to where I had spotted the buck that morning as the wind began to pick up once more and blew through out the night.  I was somewhat snug in my tents as I stoked the fire, and listened to the howl of the trees in the wind.  It was a restless night as the wind kept up all night