I was maybe 18 and had gotten drawn for a doe permit. (yes youngsters back in the day you had to apply and be drawn to be allowed to kill a doe, I got one of 50 in my county). If I saw a deer in 25 hunts I was happy, a fresh track was bonerific!! It was my first year out of high school and I was able to take off work to hunt, with time and a doe permit I knew I was going to get one!!
I sat in the am and saw nothing. I decided to check out a 3-4 acre thicket 15 miles away. It was thick and sat in a low area. I thought watching there midday might pay off. If not I was going to stomp my way through and hunt em like rabbits I could shoot ANY deer that jumped up with my permit, no need to check for antlers, just start shooting!!
I no sooner get settled and I see movement at the far end of the thicket. It is 2 guys in blaze orange fixing to push the thicket right towards me!! I had heard of driving deer in books so I looked for any posters and did not see any. I thought to myself these guys are gonna jump a doe and not be able to shoot it and it will go right by me!!
I am pretty excited because I just KNOW a deer is going to come out!! So these guys start busting the brush heading my way. It is long and narrow so they are quite a ways away from me. They get to within 100 yards of me and maybe 80 yards in front of them and 40 yards from me something starts heading through the waist high briars and weeds. I can see flashes of brown, I get all giddy-uppie and shoulder my beaded borrowed model 12.
Thoughts of killing a deer when NOBODY did around here danced in my head, ANY deer!! I eased the safety off as the brown slowed, any second now the deer will pick its head up and I can see what it is. It kept moving ahead of the drivers to where I had almost convinced myself in the excitement that I should shoot NOW! before it broke cover and really hauled ass!!! I KNEW it was a deer, it HAD to be, brown, head down in waist high cover, staying just a safe distance in front of the drivers hell as sneaky as it was it HAD to be a big buck!! SHOOT NOW!!!
I never "saw" the deer, but it had to be, right?? Something about making SURE of my target kept me from pulling the trigger. A guy in faded carharts who had been crawling on his knees, with no orange stood up about 2 seconds after I had lowered my gun. I almost puked, then I got pissed!!
I gave the guy hell!! I was scared as fuck, I had almost killed someone. I had been hunting for 4-5 years by then but had little sucess and mostly learned on my own. I almost gave it up after that, pretty sure I still have that doe tag.
In the heat of the moment people do goofy things. Its tough to draw many conclusions from what little info the news had posted about the recent story.