I wish I could count the number of deer (non-legal, and NO I did not get some "camp meat") that have stared at me while hunting, completely oblivious to the fact I could shoot their ass dead.
One time, when I was home from college on Thanksgiving break, I went deer hunting with a high school friend of mine. Actually, we were part of a group that went out on a couple of the guys' farms that morning. Weeeell, my buddy and I were out late the night before partying. Three hours after we got in to his house, the alarm went off. I dressed and dragged my sorry, hung-over ass out the door with him and his father. Fast-forward to two hours later, and BSS had his back to a big oak tree in a swamp, sitting down. So, I "rested my eyes" . . . for a few minutes. I didn't lose consciousness, but I was pretty close. Then I heard the sound of footprints coming my way. I thought, "No effin waaaay . . . " and heard them go to my left side. I moved my head a bit, and opened my eyes. There, maybe fifteen feet away from me, was a doe, who
knew that the blob against the bottom of the oak tree with two trunks wasn't supposed to be there. My head was screaming in pain. My thought was, "Go the **** away!" So, the doe dropped her head . . . for a second or two, then whipped her head back up. I'm thinking, "
PLEASE go away!!!" The doe dropped her head again after 20 or so seconds, moved three or four steps, then brought her head back up. By this time, I had regained some control of my limbs, and I had the Remington 742 in .30-06 on her. I'm thinking, "Grow antlers, you bitch!" The doe must have felt as if she had worn out her welcome, because she started to move away . . . s l o w l y. V e r r r r y s l o w l y. Took her
ten minutes to go 150 yards and get out of my sight. If I had had a doe permit, we would have had venison.
Anyone that says that animals can't jerk your chain is an idiot.