On a hunt in Russell county about 15 years ago, I had a very relaxed spike grazing on the small greenfield I was watching. I was in a 20 foot double ladder stand and time to call it a day was approaching. When time to climb down arrived, the little buick was only about 3 steps from the base of my ladder. I put my arrow back in the quiver, grabbed my pack, lowered my bow, and looked down at the field. The spike was standing about 5 or 6 steps from the base of my ladder looking up at me. I made a kissing noise with my mouth. He stood there. I did it again but louder. He stood there. I did it one more time and threw my arms in the air. He jumped and went about 10-15 yards and then immediately started walking back towards me until he was about 7 or 8 yards from the ladder, then lowered his head to eat. I made my best deer blowing noise while flailing my arms in the air and clanging my release on the stand. He half jumped half trotted 30 yds to the other edge of the field, stopped and looked for a moment and put his head down to eat. I climbed down. When I got to the bottom and picked up my bow I looked around and he had worked his way about 5 yards closer. As I disappeared down the logging road off the field, the naive little spike was still on the field, content to keep eating. 1-1/2 year old bucks have got to be the dumbest deer animals in the woods.