I use to hunt this doe-only public-spot that is a tallgrass-prairie. No trees and just a few bushes. The rest was just hundreds and hundreds of acres of 3-foot high grass. The best way I found to hunt it was to find these depressions and kneel down in them and wait for dusk and for the deer to start moving around.

Well, one day I executed my best plan; I literally crawled, on hands and knees for well-over 200-yards through the grass to this depression that looked like it was perfect depth. I sat there for about half an hour when all of a sudden all these deer start appearing out of the grass and running like hell towards me to my left. They're about 100-yards away and more, so no hopes for a shot. I look ahead of me to my right and there's these guys walking across the prairie bent over at the waist, totally visible from 300-yards away. Just as I notice them, this huge 8-pointer appears right in front of me and is coming straight at me. He's massive and pissed! He'd run for a few leaps, turn and look back at these guys and give this really forced ehale, like a 'HOOF'. Run towards me a few, turn and look and 'HOOF' again. Three times he did this and ended up directly in front of me. That buck got about 6 or 7 FEET away from me before I got scared enough to get his attention with a wave. He just looked at me, looked back at these two guys,and then just stares back at me for like 10-seconds or so. I was like an hour!I thought for surehe was gonnacharge me. I'm all scrunched up in a little ball squatted down on the ground trying to hide behind my bow. He finally took off in the direction the rest of the deerwent. About 100-yards from me, he turned and looked back and let out this almost-shreik of a noise, I never would have guessed a deer would make.

That was my second-closest experience with a deer. But it was the scariest for sure.