Right after the sun cleared the horizon, a 2-year-old 6-point that was about 120 inches chased a doe from the brush and into this grassy semi-open edge next the cut field. She didn't want to go into the open, and the buck kept her pinned between him and the field. Every time she tried to get around him and back to the brush, he let out a growling grunt and ran parallel to her and turned her back, like a cutting horse. She would browse between escape attempts, but he hardly took his eyes off her. Every once in awhile, for no reason I could see, he'd grunt and charge right at her as she fed, and then stop short.