Crossing a field to my stand a little late in the morning when a deer spotted me, circled from across the open field and came up behind me five feet away. He started pawing the ground trying to make me move. I jumped and whirled around - the deer went five feet in the air and was running in place like a cartoon. It was rather funny. Same field, same scenario - little too late getting out, a fawn came out of the pines and headed toward me. He didn' t know what I was and curiosity got the best of him. He got within a hand reach away trying to smell me. Wind was against him and with me, so he never did figure it out until I started talking to him. After a few words, he decided I wasn' t his friend and turned around walking away. He would stop every five yards and look back. Funny things those deer are.