The very first time I went deer hunting with my uncle I was sitting on the ground against a tree with my legs straight out in front. I heard something running to my right and the next thing I know a doe jumped right over my outstretched legs. Holy Spit Batman!
Years later after an afternoon deer hunt, my son and I were walking in the dark down a dirt road to my truck. I was in the middle of the road with my son on my right. I had my flashlight on and we heard some deer dogs jump a deer not too far away. I looked up and in the flashlight beam here comes about a six point barreling down the road. He ran by so close to me on my left that if I had wanted to, I could have touched him. Surprised the snot out of us and we just stood there in the dark looking at each other, laughing our butts off.
