It's a love/hate thing for sure. Mostly love, though. About a month ago, during the archery season, I had an old doe acting so calm and comfortable that 2 other yearling does nearby weren't the least bit nervous about my presence. But I was out all day last weekend and was busted by a beautiful older doe -- gray winter coat typical of fall mulies. She caught me moving about 100+ yards off while I was on the trail and she was back in the wood. She was on full alert and moved to cover. I could tell she wasn't too scared but definitely playing things safe (now the rifle season). I setup next to a tree back a ways, in case other deer came by and to grab some food (dinner time). After about an hour, I got up and spooked her again at about 40 yards -- snorted when I zipped up my pack. Oddly, she headed for a bit of an opening and just stood there for me to look at. Another deer went a different direction behind a rise while she stood & made a more conspicuous escape. The other deer snorted 5-6 times trying to catch my scent but there wasn't much wind. Eventually, they both made their way off but in entirely different directions. If I had to guess, she was trying to decoy me away from the other deer (possible buck). Smart lass! Hunting out here is buck-only so I'm thinking these old girls get to see a lot & learn a lot.
I wouldn't really say I hate old does. I admire them. And they teach me everywhere I am weak in my hunting skills (which is a lot). They're frustrating. But it's all part of the sacred game. That experience turned what was a discouraging day of no sign into an awesome learning experience. It led me back off trail to a different part of that wilderness area where, I discovered, all the deer seem to be hiding. Fresh tracks and even fresh urine. There was a great rock pile I'm noting for an ambush site if I can get back before the season closes. If it weren't for that old doe...