I'll steal your thread with the story of my buck... sorry
We had hunted all week at my cabin, (before it got burned down), and I had forgotten the air compressor to drain the water lines on the cabin. I drove home to pick up the air compressor and decided to hunt for the morning.
A big track had crossed our driveway and ran into our 40 acre woods.
The leaves were crunchy to walk on and I wanted to get to a stand in the middle of the woods. I took a long stick and dug at the leaves like a squirrel looking for acorns. A long slow process with lots of two steps, stopping, scratching at the leaves, pause again. I passed a fresh rub with some bark shreds on a small snow bank and fresh tracks.
I sat on the stand for 1/2 hour and he came back by the rub.
Again, sorry to steal your thread.
I hope you get that old buck in your picture.