If you're looking for a buck, you're looking for evidence of one, scrapes, rakes and digs. This guy's fiesty and tearing up the shrubbery and rubbing the bark from small trees, trying to get as high as he can to look big.
During the rut bucks are on the move covering their territory maybe 20 - 30 miles in a day. Time is running out for the deer, must find a doe, running ragged, edgy, his movement gives you the edge.
My idea of fun is no longer sitting in a tree freezing in the wind, but it is how you will see the most deer. It has also become to me almost unsportsman, too easy; the deer will never know you're there above their vision. Get down on the ground with them and outsmart them in their own home, and you've earned a badge of honor.
Still hunting is barely moving at all. One sound, stop for a minute. Almost impossible in the leaves. Walk across the wind (don't bother looking downind), from tree to tree or object, like they do, only showing parts of yourself. Want to disappear, break your outline, plan multiple escapes, like they do. Disappear, reappear.