Well I will tell you from my mid November hunt. I sit down in this bottom and after about a half hour a squirrel comes out. Nice and cold with anticipation of dogs barking, chasing, way off for a while, lots of shots. One inparticular comes into my area, first I hear the scamper of little hoves on the next ridge. Then the dog haveing a good ol' time. Don't get me wrong I enjoyed it. After they passed I walked to where I had seen a glance of the deer. Nothing. Well then I decided to backtrack. Then low and behold I walked about twenty yards behind where I was sitting, was a doe. I had to take a second look because I had never seen a deer look like that before. It was hunched over breathing so hard I walked up to about five feet away then took two steps back and let it have it! A perfectly healthy doe too. So tired I walked right up to it and there was nothing it could do but lay down and try to catch its' breath. I feel it was a mercy harvest. Nowonder the coyotees are gourging themselves. Don't get me wrong it was an only doe day so after tagging and dragging it a few miles back to the truck to meet my Dad, I felt accomplishment.
O'ya my Dad was not IN the truck, he stayed on the path and I waited for him....