Stood up to stretch, which is generally when my dumbass bumps the deer, looked around, and saw a fawn about 70 yards out doing fawn shit, without a care in the world. Watched him for about 3 hours, eating, daydreaming, napping, etc. Was hoping mommy would make an appearance, but no such luck.
After the 3rd hour, something made him hightail it, but right at me! I gotta be honest here, but I got a small dose of buck fever. He stopped at a weird spot around the tree I was tethered to, and I couldn't get a clean shot from either side of the tree. But then Lady Luck came down and moved him just enough for a perfect 20 yard shot. After I field dressed him, the heart was split almost in half. I'm usually a double lung shooter, but I was able to watch the blood pump out of the body. It was a scene from Dexter.
I'm sure no one wants to see crime scene Bambi...