I was hunting today in the old dominion and I got up in my tree about 2pm after scouting an area and finding a funnel that had some deer sign.The wind was blowing like no tommorow and I was as excited as a kid on christmas morning, but kinda of fearfull that mother nature was working against me and I would not see any deer.Around 4pm , between the wind gust I hear some leaves crunching, so I turn my head to the right and see a small doe working her way up the hill at about 25yds.Too small in my book for the freezer so I let her walk hoping her mother would soon been in tow.So I sit and sway in the wind until 6:45 and her mother never shows herself and I leave the woods with all my doe tags in hand.That to me is hunting at it's finest.Man do I love this sport