When you bust a deer or two or three, the easiest thing in the world is to drop your guard, assuming you’ve blown the whole thing. And that’s when the other deer or two or three, which were right in front you, bound away. I’ve done it so many times that I’ve finally learned not to do it anymore. So I stood still and looked hard, but saw nothing. Then I looked harder. And there they were. Four does bedded in a semicircle, well-hidden right in front of me, not 25 yards away.