I was bow hunting a small field on the edge of a creek and I could hear some chasing up on the high ground. After a while I had a doe running as fast as she could straight at me and I could see a couple of bucks. She ran right up to my tree and turned around to face the bucks. There were 5 good racked buck came in and surrounded her and I drew and tried to lock in on one of the bucks but they keep moving and then the doe saw an opening a took off and crossed a power line with all 5 bucks pushing as hard as they could. I felt sorry for the old doe.