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I hunt the cedar and balsam swamps here in Michigan where long shots are measured in feet. I`ve shot 3-4 deer close enought I could count the whiskers on their muzzles while useing a old brush blind I built 30 yrs ago - under 10-12 ft. I had one doe around 10 years ago come up stomping her foot with a fawn in tow so close I could have rapped her with the rifle. She knew I was there but until she got a good whiff of me just kept comeing one step closer. She finally decided she didn`t like what she saw and as far as I know is still running. I couldn`t have took her if I wanted, no doe tag, and she was watching me from the instant she stepped from the brush.
For a moment I was thinking of moveing over and offering her a seat next to me in the blind, she was almost in there with me.
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