In 2006 I was hunting early season mule deer in the Kaibab national forest in Arizona with a buddy. On the last day of the hunt, the very last evening as it got dark I realized I was done hunting and relaxed in my ground blind as it got dark. I was very well hidden, and overlooking a small waterhole. Behind me I heard movement and began the ever so slow turn to see what it was. A muley doe was right there.
Right there, as in close enough to touch. She had no idea I was there. What a rush!
The hunt was over for me, and I didn't dare get up with the doe right there, a foot away, so I did the next best thing.
I slapped her on the butt. There was a sh$%storm right then, almost got kicked to death, and heard a loud farting noise. Not sure if it was me or the deer.
After that we both ran off.