A long time ago I was on a ground stand on a long but narrow ridge, leaning against a tree to my right with drivers coming toward me. Only bucks were legal. I was looking one way toward the drivers, but soon heard the sound of running deer to my right. I barely had time to move when 7 or 8 deer came flying by both sides of that tree. I was looking for antlers as they hit the brakes as they caught my wind. Then they just started nervously milling around me and that tree, often less that 10 feet from me. I could hear them breathing, and making grunts and other sounds. Seemed like a long time, but probably after about 30 seconds of this one big doe let out a snort and they all bounded off. Good thing they were all does, because they had me so pinned down I could not have picked up the gun anyway.