Talk about chasing does, I finished field-dressing a doe my Dad shot and was waiting for him to find his way to me with the pickup. I'm sure I had doe scent all over me.
Dumb buck gets a whiff and comes trotting up, almost to me.
I didn't know it but a skid down a hill had knocked my scope way out of whack. 3 or 4 shots at 20 yards missed the young man, I was beginning to doubt my nerve!
I sighted down the barrel and nailed him.
He was so enamored of the dead doe he never hardly moved!
Two deer for the price of one trip