Had a spike tease me this morning. I decided if he gave me a shot I'd try and, sure enough, after zig-zagging all around the backside of the tree my stand is in where I had no hope he went up the hill and then back down, then worked along to my right through cover - again no shot - and then, just as he moved to a good window, I drew back and gave a little "Aaaaa" bleat and he stopped . . . after turning to offer his butt at 20 yards and head looking off to mt left at 90°. He then walked slowly straight off, without even so much as a tail twitch.
Had my face rubbed in it by a spike! God, I love these animals.
PS - No acorns a'tall. LOTS of apples in the little feral scrub apples around here.