Ouch what a painful thread [:-]
No for me. 5 years ago I had a big 12 pointer that was only 8-10 yards from me at one point of the endeavour.[:@]
During peak rut and I decided to go sit in my "honey hole" stand that I've been avoiding, scouting from a distance and keeping my stinky butt out of there all season. I plopped a tinks69 scent bomb on a limb and climbed up my tree.
About an hour later I gaze behind me and at the top of a crest of a hill in a cut corn field is a monster 12 point rack sticking up. Coolest thing I've ever seen by the way. I couldn't see the deer at all, only the rack. Then the rack ducked back under the hill so I figured I'd slowly stand up and get ready.
Well about 10 minutes later he comes walking right to me!! He works his way in and is right behind me looking into the little cluster of woods I'm sitting in. The thing is only 10 yards behind me but I have absolutely 0 shot untill he ducks in and takes about 5 steps down the happy trail. Tough to explain the stand location, but it's a giant wall of bushy thickets that seperates me and the field.
He just hangs out there looking behind him every now and then and looking into the woods. I'm pleading for him to enter the woods. I'm up and have my bow ready, released clipped on and ready to go. My heart rate has gone back down to about 5000 beats per second by now so I have no nerves.
He finally makes his move and starts walking towards the happy trail. He takes about 3 steps in and I can make out his vitals, but there' really not much of a shot yet. In about 3 - 5 more yards he'll be wide open!! So I'm really pumped now. My bow is raised and I'm poised to draw at the perfect time. You know the thought just before the shot "awesome here we go" kind of mind set.
So apparently he knew that too or something. He sat there 5 steps away from a perfect shot for at least 10 minutes not moving. Standing there broadside with no way I could shoot at the biggest buck I've probably ever seen 20 yards away. Then he must have really figured out something was up. He started walking backwards the way he came. Never a good sign. He didn't bolt out of there or bust me, but he knew something weren't right. Wind was in my favor too.[:@] So he strolled off the way he came and I wept for 4 3/4 years until buckeybowhunter had to bring it up again lol.
Anyway that's my adventure with my monster big boy. close but no cigar.

p.s. the next 5 seasons there has been a little shooting lane to my right through the thickets from hell.