I just remembered something that happened back in 1984 my first year of gun hunting here in Wisconsin.
Me and my father came down this logging road in his bronco and came to where it cut through a small hill and this small little basket buck we callthem took off to the left. He says stop so I did and he tells me he is going to get out and wants me to turn around and go back up the big hill and wait 10 minutes then come back. So hegets out loads his gun tells me to leave and slams the door. So I turn around like he says and at the time I remember why in the heck did he slam his door he always yelled at me when I did that. So anyways no sooner I get up that hill I hear a gun shot but I still waited the 10 minutes. I get back and he says what took me so long to get back and I said you told me to wait 10 minutes. He said but I shot the buck in about 2 minutes and laughed.
Well he got a real nice 9 pointer that was standing on the right side of the logging road that had watched me leave and could not see my father in between the cut in the small hill.