I was sitting on a bucket, watching a trail intersection when I smelled a deer. Then I felt his breath on my face. He had come up behind me. It was right in the rut and this spike was all sex-addled. We all been there. It was freezing rain and my arrow rest got messed up with ice so when the spike got about 20 feet in front of me I took a shot but the rest was all the way down and I missed by 3 feet. I could have cried. I got another arrow and the same thing happened. The deer wandered off and I think I did cry. Either that or some freezing rain on my face ran past my eyes. I then figured out the rest problem. Dang that sucked. I once had a squirrel tapping me on the face to figure out what I was. It was a tiny grey squirrel and I couldn't bring myself to shoot it. He didn't know what was sitting against his tree that morning.
