A very exciting hour was just had, out hunting. I was making a bunch of noise when I went out as I worked to spray a scent trail. Turns out there was a six pointer was standing in a field near my stand, listening to and watching me. I got 10 yards away before he moved and I saw him; I dropped down into a crouch, below the weed tops and fitted an arrow. Forgot, in my excitement, that I still had the "mitten" cover over my half fingered glove. I peeked up again and he had come closer … was circling me at 5 yards when I started to draw back. The mitten thing false-released and the arrow, barely drawn, bounced off his back. He took off.
I finished laying scent trail, headed up to my stand and thought "well, that ruins that hunt."
After 2 mins, I thought "what do I have to lose?" … made a faun "maaah" sound, waited 2 mins and made another one. After five mins more, I saw some brush moving way out in the field and that 6-ptr came back and worked his way back toward me, VERY cautious, but didn't seem scared. He spent almost 10 mins within 30-35 yards from me, but with a bow, I wait for a 15-yard shot or don't take it (too much time chasing wounded deer when I was learning to bow hunt).
While that deer was standing there, a 4-ptr came trotting up. They six smelled the four up and the four drifted off with no fight (all around 32 yards). When the six finally left, I could begin to breath again.
30 mins later, I heard a bunch of outrageous noise in the wood. A large doe come crashing through, likely in heat. I was drawn back, but it was just about sunset and she came by at 20 yards, a bit too fast. She was chased by a VERY large 8-ptr.
I was thinking it was all over when coyotes began to howl close by. I stood a while more, listening to them, then a porcupine came shuffling through the wood. When it was really too dark to be hunting, another large doe came ambling casually past. I decided to come in then :-)
