Monday afternoon I set up on a group of does. At 5:30 while Iwatched a lone doe feed toward my stand, anther doe came in below me. She busted me at 10 yards, but didn't go far. She knew something was in the tree, but didn't know what. The doe circled downwind with her nose in the air trying to pick up my scent. She never did, and a few nerve wracking minutes later offered a 25 yard shot.