When I was a teenager I killed a doe that expired on the edge of a field 50 yards onto the neighbor's property. I had to cross the fence to get to her. Once I got to her I was admiring her when I heard a sort of a growl and stomp. I looked up to see a buck coming toward me with his ears back and legs stiff. He was licking his nose and looked like I owed him some money. I sprinted to the fence and rolled under the barbed wire expecting to feel his antlers in my behind at any moment. When I rose up on the other side of the fence I looked back to see him standing over my doe. I reckon if you shot my woman I would act the same way. I yelled at him and waved my arms and he turned and trotted back into the woods with his tail high.