418pm I heard rustling behind me. After 15 minutes of looking, I figured it must be an armadillo.
530pm I was having visions of pulling up stakes and trying a different area.
535pm I heard rustling in a similar area, but quickly realized this was no armadillo. Omg deer moving in daylight-ish! 2d+3f popped out of the thick about 50 yards upwind of me.
One pair head towards the marsh, but the other 3 head toward me. Game on!
They are just about in range but obscured by the branch between my left and center shooting windows. The angle isn't there yet anyway, when the whole plan gets tossed out as Mr Buck busts out of the thicket behind them. Or maybe I should have stayed focused on the lead doe, as this might be the smallest forky I've ever seen.
As he comes in, the does spread out a bit. I lose track of one of them, but the other two are now sub 10 yards in my no shot zone, of course. As he noses the middle doe, she bounds off almost straight away from me. He finally clears the branch and I mep him, but he's still walking. Mep him again to no effect in the next opening. The next opening I mep louder, and, well, I may have overdone it, as there was still a doe 3 yards from my stand on my left and she had heard me the first time. Instead of him stopping, they all blew out.
A stragglers doe appears, but stays out of range.
547pm there is more rustling, and it's another d+f pair. They head almost directly at me. Finally the doe turns and I consider a shot. I range it and 30 yards. I mull this over as I'm not a fan of more than about 25 on a whitetail, they just move too quickly. While considering, she moves and the two separate. The fawn keeps approaching and hits the 12 yard mark, she's still out at 27. I don't want to shoot a fawn.
Jump back 3 hours prior and you have me settling into the stand. I had carried a couple game bags with me in my fanny pack as I knew it would be a backpack carry out should I shoot something back here. I had carried the stand in with my frame pack, so it was sitting at the tree. I didn't need the game bags in the stand so I tossed them down.
The fawn is now locked on the one game bag. It doesn't like it and starts stomping and then blowing. Eventually it bounds off, taking the doe further out of range.
I'll take encounters like that with no shot taken any day. I'm in a much better mood this evening.