Toward the end of my compound days, I climbed into a stand I always saved for the rut. This stand required an ENE wind, which is extremely rare here. I had no sooner hung my highly engineered machine up, when what would have been my best buck stepped out at "gimme" range and stayed there for a long time. With several hours left until sunset, I was never tempted to pick up my "bow". Turned out he was the best deer I saw during that sit. My Dad, and several close friends that saw the pics I snapped of him, thought I was crazy. The fact was, I had already sought more out of my hunts. It was that hunt, along with numerous others that season, that made me realize I needed to change the way I hunted.
I will never judge anyone's choices on a fair chase hunt. To each his own, as long as its done on a level playing field.