Ha, that reminds me of when my hunting partner and I came back to the wet side after four days of getting beaten down hunting in Twisp area...tons of does, but couldn't spot a shooter buck no matter what we tried. After unpacking, I sat of the front porch cleaning my gun and lamenting the fact that we got skunked when two does and a nice 4x3 come through my front yard, not 20 yards from where I was sitting...with my gun in my lap.
Not sure if the buck caught a whiff of me or the sound of my head banging on the table in front of me in frustration startled him, but that gorgeous buck stopped cold to stare at me for a moment (where I could clearly see the smile on his face) and then ignoring me completely put his nose down to meander after his girls. Ugh.
Man, if there was a safe backstop...
