I had a good feeling about this area. The wind wasn't perfect. Mostly it blew into the field, which is ok since I expected them to come from behind heading towards the field. Occasionally there would be high gusts from the West blowing just to the left of the stable. Not the best. I took a shot at a feeding squirrel with a hex head blunt flu flu at 4:30. I must have taken off tail hairs because it looked like I was right on him but he jumped to a nearby sapling and inspected the feathered "creature" that just attacked him. By 6:00PM the wind had died to a gentle, almost thermal movement coming out of the creek bottom thicket behind me. Perfect. I was standing with my bow in my hand. I always stand the first and last hour that way I'm ready for a shot and I offer a smaller profile for turning. At 6:15 a sound breaks out that sends a chill down my spine. Beagle. Two beagles. Someone's house dogs are running through the woods. I listen to them run through the woods and enter the thicket behind me. I can see three shadows go by in the thicket, barking. My buddy told me later that they had jumped two four pointers out of the cutover behind him. One four pointer gave them the slip and they stayed on the other. I then heard the female owner calling for them. It sounds like she had come down the farm driveway and was yelling for them. My heart sank. I came down 15 minutes early. My buddy told me he saw another buck after the dogs had gone through, a shooter, so I may have made a mistake but it seemed impossible that a deer could be left in the area. We plan on going back this weekend for bowhunting on Friday and Opening day of BP Saturday.