About 5 years ago, I had three chances to kill nice bucks in the month of October. I could not finish the deal. On one hunt in the rain, I kept falling asleep over and over because I was so damn comfortable from the warm clothes. About 1 hour from sundown, I snoozed off again. When I woke up, a nice big buck for my parts stood up from his bed in the pine thicket and began walking right down the creek I was hunting. I was so startled from having just woke up that I could not get my bow up and ready to take an easy 25 yard shot. I tried to stop the buck but he would not respond. He turned his back to me and crossed over a gravel road, out to a grass field.