That one is easy. Back in '98 I was hunting on the first Sunday of bow season in Ohio. It had rained for 48 hours straight, and I'd stayed out of the woods on Saturday. The rain let up at 0300, and I was on the road at 0400.
I was hunting a stand site where two streams met and then flowed on at a right angle, forming a T. I had a stand up in the left corner of the T on a bank with about 10 feet of elevation above the actual creek bottom.
For some reason, I got twisted around and lost-- not big time lost, just turned around a bit. Rather than stumble through the woods, I set up on the ground and waited for the sun to come up. As soon as it got light, I realized I was only ten yards from the stand. However, I was well placed, and I decided to stay and hunt from where I was. I had a 4X6 diecut blind and a stool with me. I blinded myself in and waited.
Along about 8, I had a sudden and overwhelming call of nature, and I left my blind and went down to the creek bottom to relieve myself. While transacting business, a herd of deer came through, and they spooked and ran back up the left branch. Oh well. I stopped by the stand site, and examined it briefly and then went back to my blind. I had pretty well given up hope after seeing the 8 deer flee back up the creek.
About twenty minutes later, the herd that had seen me with my pants down came back. My situation was this: I had two 6 inch trees about 6 feet apart. I had the blind strung between them about 5 feet high. The deer showed up travelling along the axis of the blind and well behind me. I was only concealed by the width of the tree. The whole herd came at me. I came to full draw with one doe fully broadside to the bline and less than 3 feet away. I had a perfect brisket shot at a trailing does less than 10 yards further back. I took the shot, and the deer scattered in my direction, running dangerously close to me. I would have fallen over, except I fell back against the other tree. It took about an hour to find the deer, which had run out into tall grass and expired as the shaft kept catching on the weeds and working it around the inside the chest. I had missed the buttons on his head.