So cool!
I had a fawn walk s-l-o-w-l-y down a hillside and finally sniff my fingertips some 35 years ago, but I never moved the whole time.
I was amazed my scent didn't "send" him. After his review, I said aloud, "Buddy, you'd better learn what that is, and keep away from it. Hunting season starts in 3 weeks."
He looked up, surprised something alive was attached to those strange-smelling "twigs," and s-l-o-w-l-y worked away, taking a look back from time to time. It is among my favorite outdoor memories.
Your story and experience is all the more interesting and impressive! Thanks for the story and pics.