So i had a great morning in the stand today, had 2 does and 4 fawns within 15 yards of my stand, but unfortunately, they were very spooky and never entered a shooting lane even though the wind and everything else was in my favor. After about 5 minutes of hanging out where i couldnt get a shot at the does, they turned around and went where they came from. That was it for the morning, well i did see a grey and white house cat. Anyhow, after the hunt, i got dressed and drove to work, and on the way i saw a car accident and that started the wheels to turn. For some odd reason, it made me think of those 2 does and how they have no clue how close they were to getting their lives taken. They were both within 2-3 steps of it happening. They had no idea that the grim reaper was breathing down their necks and that they lucked out to live another day. For some reason that started to get me to think about how close i could have been to the same fate, whether it be a car accident or something else that could have sealed my fate and for some reason i took a different path. It was a rather profound moment that i had, granted a rather wierd thought process, but it reminded me that you never know when its going to happen, so we must all sit back and smell the roses every once and a while. Anyone else ever think of this? Best of luck to all of you this season and stay safe!