It's been many years ago, but one day when I first started hunting with a longbow, I had backed into a blow-down tree top to take a short break from my meanderings, when a whole herd of deer came up behind me, and then around my tree. They were feeding all around me, and like the proverbial fool, I was standing there with my butt planted firmly on the tree trunk, lower limb tip resting on the ground, and all my broadheads still sitting comfortably in my hip quiver. I could only watch as 10 or 12 of the pesky critters munched acorns a scant few yards away.
It wasn't long before a curious young doe decided to check out the camo-clad knot-head. She moved to within about five feet, head-bobbing, stomping, and false starting. She soon had the attention of all the other deer, but they were content to let her stay on point while they hunkered down and got ready to sprint.
The dance lasted a solid two or three minutes. I was hardly breathing at first, still doggedly praying for the miracle that would allow me to nock an arrow undetected -- but then I gradually loosened up as I accepted that the day was for watching and not shooting. My trembling turned suddenly into loud and raucous laughter when that silly girl cocked her head at me like a confused mutt. I still feel lucky that I didn't get kicked when my doe swapped ends and did three backflips whilst leaving me in the dust.
To this day, it is my favorite hunting memory. No ASAT back then... just good old mil-spec, woodland green and brown.