Okay you asked for stories so here's one of many (many, many, many).
Middle of November 1988. Just after daylight I see a doe standing along a fencerow out in the middle of nowhere. This section is very flat with almost no cover except a small marsh of about 10-acres on the south end. There are three farm groves on the east side and it's divided up into quarter sections by fences. Very typical of the places I used to do this. Matter of fact it's two miles south of Thompson if you want to Google Earth it and look at the terrain.
Anyway I put the spotting scope on her and look it over really good. I'm looking at her at 45 power from 1/2 mile away. I watch her for 15 mninutes because I am just certain she is there for a reason. Finally she decides to lay down and when she does, I see the rack turn and look at her. All I can see is tips of antlers above the grass. He's laying with his back tight up against the Barb-wire fence. After looking at him a little longer I can tell he is defintely a shooter, at least 150, maybe 160... a perfectly symetrical 10-pointer. Light breeze out of the northwest so this is going to be tough. I take a mental note of EXACTLY where he is because it always looks a LOT different when you get out there. I count fenceposts and take a mental picture of the vegetation around the pair. They are laying one fence post apart, probably about 20-25 feet. The cover is only about 8 feet wide along the fencerow.
Even though they are less than 1/4 mile from the north road, I am going to have to come all the way, more than 3/4 of a mile from the south because of the wind. I go around to the south road and park my truck in a low spot. 45 minutes later I am within 60-70 yards of them, about 40 yards from the fence in a low spot in the field, but I cannot see them. Although there were a few places I could walk at a crouch, I had to belly crawl several hundred yards of the stalk through frozen moldboard plowing. If you have never done that you have NO IDEA.
Through my binoculars I could see the posts they had been laying by, but I still couldn't see them. I had no clue if they were still there. After all it had been over an hour. I spent the next 20 minutes alternately crawling a few feet then looking through the binoculars. Nothing. Dang. FInally I am only five yards from the post where she was laying which would make him about 12 yards away. I had a shot of adrenaline go through me when I saw antler tips move. Now if you have ever spent an hour and a half doing this and most of it wondering if he would still be there, then finally realizing you are within 12 yards of a tremendous buck you know what kind of a surge of adrenaline that can result in.
I moved a little closer to him to where I felt I could get a shot through the grass when he stood up. Plus I didn't want the steel fence post between me and him in case he happened to stand with his vitals protected. I was now just out of the dead furrow. I still felt the doe was there but I could not see her at all. SHe would have to be 8-10 feet from me now and this was going to be tricky.
I rolled over on my back with my left side toward him, put my grunt tube in my mouth, and drew my bow. When I sat up I put the pin where I thought his chest would be when he stood up and blew the grunt tube. I can still see that rack in my mind, it is so vivid, it spun quickly around to look my way but he did not make a move to get up. What happened next was kind of a blur because I realized that the doe had stood up when I made the sound and was now standing, staring right at me from the length of a fishing rod away on the other side of the fence. I HAD to get that buck up and FAST. I grunted again and dropped the tube from my mouth. All within the next split second, the doe stomped, the buck stood and I released the arrow right at his vitals.
The arrow hit the barbed wire fence and stuck into the ground at his feet.
I stood and watched them both go across the field at a dead run. What a great buck. Man he looked wide going away like that.
That's the kind of thing that got me up before daylight every day for the whole month of November. I would do it all again in a heartbeat. Getting that close is almost as good as getting one. Some of you know what I mean, some of you don't.