This is a true story. My grandfather has hunted this buck for the last 4 years. Hes had several occasions where the buck was out of range by 10 or 20 yds. My gpa uses a crossbow because hes somewhat disabled. Anyways he hunts this buck on an island that has become more of a penninsula and this island was logged out. Last year there were a ton of treetops and he had seen this deer elude him for 3 yrs in a row. The buck went into a cluster of treetops and bedded down. My gpa not being very patient person waited about an hour or so and decided to go in after him. Now this man is 68 yrs young, using a crossbow, and he belly crawls about 15 feet into this huge brush pile. He is only 10 to 15 feet from the deerthat is bedding and he says that they looked eachother in the eyes for about 30 mins. He tried to get a good shot but the brush was too thick and after deciding to give up on getting a shot he sets his crossbow down, and just stares at the deer. After that day he started hunting different bucks and never chased this one again. He never said why but I think that both the deer and my gpa earned a little respect from one another. Its still unbelievable to me, this man raised animals to butcher for food and showed no emotion when something he raised was used as a source of food. But he pretty much spiritually bonded with a wild animal. It sounds like a corny story youd see on Womens Entertainment or Oxygen or something but Its honest to god true. Even though I wasnt there to witness this whole encounter, just the way my gpas voice sounds when he tells the story. Ive earned a new respect for my grandfather as well, hes not the cold hearted person I thought he once was as a child when hed name his hogs "pork chop" and cows "t-bone".
Just thought Id share this heart-warming story with you all.