Just got back from this mornings hunt and what a beautiful morning. I decided to hunt a new part of the woods this morning, I always go by it when I hit my usual spots, but today I went 100 yards from my truck, I could see the cars going up and down the road all morning. I'm in a poplar ridge with an old orchard about 50 yards to my right. At about 7am, I see 3 doe in the orchard and they move in behind me. At 7:30 my phone rings, it was my brother going to drop off his shed key in case i shot something ( he was going to leave it on the bumper of my truck). No sooner do I hang up, here comes a lonely doe walking the edge of the orchard. If she stays in the orchard she will be out of range, then she starts walking into the woods. At about 30 yards I draw back, I only have one lane left before the bushes start up and then I'll never get a shot. SO i mouth grunt she doesn't respond right away, her head reached the bush and as I let the arrow fly it just gets there before she walks behind the bush. Knock disappears about an inch or 2 behind her shoulder, she takes off like a bat out of hell with her tail tucked, while crashing through everything in sight. I get down and meet my brother 5 minutes later at my truck. She ran 60 yards, probably only lived about a minute after the hit. Sorry no bucks, but I'll take a nice Doe for the freezer.