The next time I sat there, it wasn't until sunset, 6:45, that I even saw a deer. A doe and fawn popped through the fence from the creek to eat the green groceries. The light was fading. At last light, two more does and three fawns trotted into the field. One doe got curious and approached my Dave Smith buck decoy. She circled to the downwind side, only 40 yards from my blind, then spooked because she smelled something she did not like. It was only two weeks earlier that Shawn watched a 140-class buck enter the same field, on two separate evenings, in fair shooting light. But no bucks showed this time.