This morning I hit the woods about an hour and a half before sunrise. I knew my sneak approach to the stand would be somewhat better than normal, it had just rained the night before, and the wind was howling. So my footsteps were almost silent. Walking in with just the cover of darkness, I made it to my stand undetected, and even noticed a large doe grazing in the same place I walked through about 15 min earlier. At sunrise I continued to watch the doe make her way to me. I had that gut feeling that today was going to be a good day. Knowing that I had absolutely no meat in the freezer, I knew this deer was mine if she came within shooting range. As she made her way closer to me, I caught the sight of two tails flicking about 50 yards from the doe. It was the landownder's dogs barreling through the clearing, hell bent on catching that doe (avoiding those dogs on this property is like trying to avoid the plague). So of course, she spooks and never comes back. After waiting two more hours in the stand and seeing nothing, the wind and cold air got the best of me, I anticipated warmer temps. discouraged and cold, I decided since it was still early that I'd try a stalk hunt on the way back to the truck, the winds were strong and coming from a perfect direction for me to cover a lot of property and still be down wind. I made my way slowly and quietly, stopping every 30-40 feet to look for deer. About 100 yards later, I found myself in the corner of a clearing. Looking up at a nice white oak, I stood there thinking to myself, "that'd be a great tree to climb for a future hunt, plenty of cover, nice acorn drop" when CRACK! About 8 yards to my left i see a doe spook out of the brush heading straight towards me! With the thoughts and memories of my unsuccessful deer season playing on repeat in my mind, I saw this doe as my chance to end the slump. She ran so close to me, I could smell her, at the same time thinking "trip her! grab the knife! this is your chance!" It was as if the script of some great hunting story was being played out in front of me. Most hunters I know don't get this opportunity too often. Instead, I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights, and watched her fly by me within feet of bare-knuckle brawling distance (3-4 yards away). Yeah, I would have gotten the **** kicked out of me, I knew it would have been a hell of a brawl, but I knew that I could have taken that doe with my bare hands. I froze on the one of the most improbable situations I could have ever imagined finding myself while deer hunting. Don't get me wrong, I've walked up close to deer before, but i've never been able to see the reflection of the sun in their eyes before, like this one. I could have walked into the woods a bow hunter, and walked out a knife hunter, like the Pequot indians that had hunted the same exact land 300+ years ago. But I froze, and damn near destroyed a new pair of underarmor compression shorts. I managed to sneak back up within 25 yards on her, catch her broadside, only to get busted while drawing my bow back. This hunt will definitely go down in the books as one of the best "what-could-have-been" hunts I've ever had. I never knew this day could have gotten as intense as it did. Sorry for the long-winded post, but my heart is still beating out of my chest.