ok here goes,

About ten years ago I was invited by a friend to hunt one of his friend's private land. I just had knee problems so was a little hesitant to go along but all of them insisted. It was a long hike up the mountain and I told them that I would like to hunt the closest stand if it was all right with everyone. Sure they all said, Take my old tree stand on this hill, and he pointed to a worn down stan only about 10 ft up. I obliged and was starting my climb when the land owner asked me to do a favor for him.
He wanted me to take a doe if I could even though I didn't have a tag for that particular county we were in. I said that I would try but knew in my heart I wouldn't. After first light I hear movement coming from right to left and 2 doe pass in front of me at about 15 yds. I held the bow up but never drew on them. They passed by unalerted. Fifteen minutes later I see 2 deer coming from my right where the next hunter is posted. Thinking it was the same 2 doe I wasnt too excited. The lead doe was actually pushed out by the nose of the second deer whose head was down in the laurels. When it lifted its head I saw a decent rack and went into full draw. He walked right in front of me and I double lunged him at 18 yds.
I recovered him about 50 yds downhill towards the farm house, tagged him, gutted him out, and returned back to my stand.
At 10:00 (out planned meeting time at my stand) I let out a sharp whistle to announce my success.
They never arrived till 11:30, ant the only one happy for me was my buddy.
The young hunter to my right asked me what time I shot and when I told him, he said that he was drawing on that same buck but his arrow hit the riser and the 2 deer ran off. He claims that he heard my shot which is possible since he was only about 75 yds. away. I never asked him why he didn't answer my whistle because I could tell his family was upset with me shooting the buck and not the doe.

I have since invited this same group to hunt with us on a private farm and they did come once and ggot a nice 10 pointer.
But never again was I ever invited back to their property.
Whenever I look up on my office wall at the nice 8 pointer that I harvested on his land I often wonder if had done the right thing.
What do you think?