Had a close call last night while walking back to my treestand. I hunt a long fenceline that runs north and south for maybe four hundred yards and at it's widest point, it might get one hundred yards wide. I had one stand set on the SE side of the tree line and I told my buddy Keith to jump to the east side of the fence, head north until you see the stand. I proceeded to head north as well but on the west side of the fence line. If you can imagine the distance between me and him, about sixty yards or so of thick briar and brush, we were about paralell with each other when all of a sudden, a deer gets up between me and my buddy and I hear it crashing it's way towards me. I look to my right and all I see are antlers moving up and down. The buck is heading right towards me and The last sight I saw was it coming down from a leap and it's massive rack heading right at me, I don't know who was more scared, me or the buck! I literally had to jump out of the way so that this buck wouldn't trample me down as he busted through the brush and out into the bean field. The buck ran out, followed by a doe, and I watched them both run across the field. I don't know much about scoring, but it was an exceptional buck with about a five or six inch drop tine on his right side, around a twenty inch spread and maybe a big eight or ten? Not sure, that was the last thing I was keeping track of. I was more focused on getting the hell out of the way! I've heard the stories like that, but never thought that I almost would be telling one!
