Thought I'd update on how this played out...
I slept at the trailhead on Thursday night and was hiking in by sunrise. Got to my spot around 11am or so. No one was there so I set up camp and made lunch. Around 12:30pm, a guy comes up over the ridge from the opposite direction I came from. I only caught him out of the corner of my eye at the last moment as he's walking over to where the firewood is stashed and drops his pack.
After about 10 minutes he walks over calling out to me. I tried to keeps things neutral but light: "Looks like we had the same great idea!" He responds with "I've had the same great idea for 50 years." I groan internally, because this comes across to me as him declaring this is his spot since he's hunted it forever. As the conversation proceeds, he relays all the history as well as how awful the hunting is, etc. etc. Totally comes across as him trying to scare me out of the spot, knowing he can't outright ask me to leave. Turns out he and his uncle (a serious old-timer) are only in the area for the opening weekend. Since I'm planning (at this point) to be in for the whole season, I hold my ground and we end up hunting the opposite sides of the ridge. In the end, it worked out, even though it was uncomfortable.
As far as the hunt goes, the glassing was awesome though it never materialized into a buck. I had the ridge system to myself and was pretty much able to glass every square inch from multiple angles. There were a couple hunters on the basin floor working the timber between this basin and the adjacent one (expected), but only does and fawns were making themselves visible so I never really knew which section of timber the buck(s) were actively using.
On Wednesday, I had to hike out to reload on food and fuel. I was socked in by clouds which weren't expected to disperse for several days so I packed up camp and opted to move to a lower elevation. There were a couple spots down low that would still give me reasonable glassing, but would put me in a better spot to strike if a buck showed. As I was hiking though, I heard a shot in the timber where the other hunters were operating. Knowing there was likely only the one legal buck in the area, I opted to carry camp all the way out.
As I hiked out, I meditated on the hunting experience and can say with confidence that I had done right with both my physical and mental effort as well as my assessment of the opportunity in the area. In the past, I haven't always been able to say that. So without any regrets that concluded my deer general season. Rather than head blindly into an area hoping to bumble into something, I took a couple days in the comfort of home and then took my dog bird hunting. The extra vacation days will be transferred to elk hunting where I have some better intel.