They cut the distance in half without much concern. Then it got dicey. Lots of sharp-eyed does were on alert. The does started getting nervous as they got closer. And then, like a tidal wave gaining momentum, all the does sprinted for cover. Every single one except THE doe! She stayed by the buck, hesitant to leave. She was probably in heat. And if she wasn't going, guess what, neither was the buck! That's the magic of the rut. It's the one time of the year old bucks let down their guard.