My wife and me had been out riding around one day looking for deer. Where I hunt, there is a paved road right through the property and late in the evenings, you stand a good chance of seeing a deer. We rounded a corner, and caught a buck chasing a doe across the road. He was in an area that I had never thought to hunt. The area was right next to where all the hunters park. I'm talking within 50 yards from it. Then it dawned on me that's why the deer used it. All the hunters would park and then walk way back into the woods and had never hunted right next to the vehicles. I told my wife right then where I was hunting the next day. The next day arrived, and around lunchtime, a friend of mine dropped by with some deer hunting movies he had rented. As we were watching them, I told him of what happened the day before and he agreed with me so after the movies were over, we got ready and went hunting. The wind was blowing in from the wrong way, so I had my wife drop me off where the deer had entered the previous day. Then she and Bobby proceeded on to the parking area. I entered the woods, and found a little spot overlooking a hardwood bottom. I got my stool set up and started to load my gun when I heard a deer running. I looked to my left and saw a deer running at me at about 50 yards out. I stood up, unseen, as the doe proceeded to come at me. She stopped about 15 yards from me, and I had my thumb in the magazine loading my gun. Since it was buck only, I couldn't do anything but think to myself, "I need something with horns!" It was then that I noticed another deer running up behind her. I glanced at it, and noticed it had a rack. I stood there, with a helpless feeling. Here are 2 deer within 15 yards of me and I don't even have a cartridge chambered yet! I decided it was now or never, so on the way up to my shoulder with the gun, I bolted one home. Both deer just kinda looked at me funny as I found the chest of the buck in the crosshairs. The old "lickin' stick" thumped and the buck was on the ground. I walked up and saw him take his last breath. I guess that's what made me really know the meaning of hunting. To actually think I'd taken his life made me realize why it's so important to respect an animal's life. I took his life, he didn't give it. I was pondering this when I heard Bobby yell, "did you get him?" I yelled back to confirm it and he helped me drag the deer out and told me what him and my wife had experienced. As they exited the car, my wife slammed the door and Bobby heard some deer take off running. He told my wife not to be surprised if she heard me shoot. It wasn't a minute after them words left his mouth till they heard the 30-06 bark. The deer was an 8 point with a 14" inch inside spread.