I just had the most amazing hunt of my life but- no deer were harmed. I was going to stay until 10 or so and then go to work but I stayed in the tree for 12 hours instead.
The biggest buck I have ever seen in person in my life came across the creek and walked across a trail 35 yards in front of my stand. He was downwind of me and just huge. Big big deer. I was waiting for him to turn and come towards me but he was going straight into some thick stuff. I stopped him with a "meh" and he took one more step which caused him to be right behind three little saplings. I made a split second now or never decision and shot an arrow at his lungs. He bolted. I climbed down 30 minutes later and went to the shot site. Clean arrow broken in three pieces. Fugg.
Didn't know what to do so I climbed back in the stand. At this point it was about 9:30am. Sat there disgusted but so very thankful he wasn't injured and kind of beat myself up for taking the shot. Half hour later a really wide beautiful 10 point with good mass came to almost the same spot but no saplings and a little closer. Tried to adjust myself and get ready to shoot, he was quartered towards me a lot. He caught me moving and looked straight up at me and we stared each other down for 2-3 minutes. I froze, he bobbed his head. He was about to say screw it and keep coming but spun around, trotted back across the creek up and over the hill. I just laughed. Shook my head. Laughed a little more. WTF.
So now I feel like I can't leave. The 2 biggest deer I've ever seen that close just took the same path 30 yards from my stand. No water, no lunch- didn't care. Sat there until dark. Mid day was quiet other than a doe or two off in the distance. I was on the edge of my seat for hours. Once it started to get dark a few does, then a couple more, then a few more, than a big lone one, then another, then a couple small bucks then a big 8 and another 10 point all came by within 75 yards. Wanted to shoot the second 10 point (much smaller than the first) but my grunt call was laying on the ground. Tried the can call. He stopped, made a big half circle and then stood in some brush and stared at me. Trotted away to where all the other deer were going. Then another one I'd shoot came by but getting too dark and too far away. Then another as legal shooting light ended.
Climbed out of that tree cold, hungry, thirsty, bruised ego. Stand is in a great area but obviously in the wrong friggin tree. I have never experienced a hunt ANYTHING like that. What an amazing day. I gotta give that place a few days to cool off and then obviously sit somewhere else and just pray for a repeat of that kind of activity. I have a lot of planning to do but top of the list is not screwing that place up any worse than I already did today. Crazy.
I don't even know how many deer I saw I just hope one day I'm lucky enough to experience something like that again. Maybe with a deer in my truck at the end.