Wrapped up deer season yesterday, didn't see any deer Saturday and was about to give up at 11:00 Sunday morning when I heard running and grunting. A doe ran straight at me around a ridge with two bucks on her tail, I was checking out the bucks as they ran past to see if they were Mgt area legal( they weren't, had to have three points on a side) and thought all three deer ran just below the logging road I was on and down into the hollow.
I looked back the way the doe had run and there she was, looking at me from 10 yds away. I raised my flinter to "pick a spot" and saw she had stopped behind an old blow down that couldn't have covered her vitals any more perfectly. One more step and I would have had her but she whorled and was gone in a flash.
Not shooting her was probably a good thing, I had hiked back to "the land that time forgot" and would have had a tough time getting her out. Having the encounter was a good way to end the season.