Yeah I got one for ya.
I had a treestand on my uncles 500 acre woodlot. It was positioned on a pipeline that was about 75 feet wide. I was walking to my stand , on snow, which was about a half mile down the pipeline, one morning, just before daylight.
Just as I could start to see a bit I was about 3 or 4 hundred yards from my stand, I noticed the figure of a rather large deer standing broadside in the middle of the pipeline. I didn't have a scope so I couldn't tell if it was a buck or not.
We just stared at each other for what seemed to be an eternity. After 5 minutes or so I let my curiosity get the best of me. I decided to walk slowly to see if I could get closer. I got closer alright, but I should have stayed put and let the sun come up.
Oh well, the deer which I was sure was one of the bigger bucks in the area, decided I was getting to close, and decided to skip off. When I got to where he was standing I saw from its' tracks that it was a nice buck.
Well no stand today, I took after him. I had continuosly jumped him but never had a good shot. About 2 or 3:00 pm he led me to the brook that ran through my uncles property. The brook was to wide for me to jump across, but not for the buck.
The ice wasn't all that thick as I soon found out. Down I go into about 4 1/2 feet of ice cold water. Now I'm pissed. I get across the brook and I take after him again, and I swore to myself I was going to get him, for this.
As luck would have it in the back portion of my uncles lot it was all clearcut. I am hot on his trail because I am wet and cold. I was about 3 or 400 yards from the clearcut, which was where the buck was headed, and me too, when I heard 3 or 4 shots coming from the clearcut.
I proceeded to get to the clearcut and noticed a person standing right in the middle of the clearcut, dressed completely in flouresent orange, with a nice 9 pointer laying at his feet.
I proceeded to walk up to him and tell him thanks for putting an end to my day, and that I had been on that buck since daybreak.
He said he could tell. when he first noticed the buck he was standing just inside of the timberline, and he was real nervous, as he kept looking behind himself.
Well to make a long story short the kid was only 19 years old and was home on leave from the service. It was his first deer. He didn't even have a knife on him to dress it out, so I told him I would dress him out and help him drag it out. And I did.
I got warmed up then LOL.
The buck dressed out about 210. I saw him again the following weekend. Yup you guessed it, right back in the middle of the clearcut.
Funny how things go sometimes.