I didn't see many deer last season at all, and I went out a bunch of times. One of the few times I did see deer was during an extremely windy day. I sneaked up within 20 yards on a doe and two yearlings that I saw about 50 yards away but had no shot. It took me a VERY long time to move those 30 yards, but it was the coolest hunting experience I have had to date, and I didn't even get the kill. Yeah, when I finally had the shot, my gun misfired (chalked it up to a hard primer). I guess that little deer family was supposed to live.

Anyway, what was interesting is that I thought FOR SURE that I was gonna get busted. The high winds were to my back and I was facing the direction of the deer. Momma even spotted me a few times and checked out that strange statue that she wasn't quite sure was there before.