The doe seemed to appear out of nowhere, cresting the ridge to my right before slowly feeding around and behind me. The wind was at my back, so there was no danger of her catching my scent, but I also didn’t have a shot. I wasn’t too concerned, though, because I couldn’t decide whether she warranted shooting so early in the hunt.
Darkness was beginning to creep across the horizon as the doe made her way to my left. After what seemed like forever, she stopped to feed behind some downed trees about 35 yards away. I still didn’t have a shot, so I settled back onto my climber’s seat to see whether other deer would make their way past.
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