I was sitting on a log, over a ravine and had a blacktail walk beneath me. It was within 5 ft.
Another time while hunting elk, I had a group of five elk walk past me within 5 feet. They walked past a large fir, and I was kneeling in the snow on the opposite side in white camo. My face, hands and black Super Kodiak gave me away as soon as I start to draw.
On another elk hunt, in the Blue Mtns of SE Washington, while hunting a ridge the fog came in the valley and with 30 min. it was impossible to see 10 feet. I walked into a herd of about 25 that were bedded in some firs. They exploded from their beds and several nearly ran over me. I doubt they could see any better, because they were running to small trees as they scattered. I was literally in the middle of the herd, and did not see them. I am sure they did not see me at first, but one got my scent or saw me walk past it, and it set off a chain reaction. I remember the sound of hoofs and trees breaking.
I was hunting Mountain Goats near Monte Cristo, outside Darrington and got within 10 feet of a big billy bedded on a rock ledge above me, and around a corner of the rock wall. I was getting into position for a shot when I felt a cool breeze touch the back of my neck; the next thing that happened before I could move around the corner, I heard it jump off the ledge. I could not see the billy because of the shape of the rock wall. It was impossible to get to it from above because the rock face was close to 100 ft high.
I shot a running Whitetail in a thicket along Tucannon Creek, in the Blue Mtns, when three ran by me at under 10 feet. It was very thick, and they were running towards me and turned towards by left and I took the last one as it came through an opening or shooting lane.
There have been a few other encounters of he close kind.