In 1988, a friend let me borrow his spare compound bow to hunt deer. I bought 3 arrows and some Fred Bear broadheads and went hunting. Sitting on the deer trail two weird things happened. First, a chipmunk eased atop a coke can laying about 3 feet away and watched me for several minutes. The chipmunk finally jumped off the coke can and eased up to the Fred Bear broadhead tip...sniffed it...jumped back without giving the alarm shriek...and sniffed it some more. He had that head and neck really stretched out long. lol He finally put both front feet on the BH and pulled at it. I never moved and he never became alarmed...and he finally zipped back to his stump hole den and disappeared.
Then...minutes after the chipmunk...a small, brown bird (wood thrush possibly ??) flew down nearby me. He finally flew down and perched atop the arrow shaft. I couldn't believe it.
One morning calling up a gobbler near the Tallapoosa river...a group of 5 does came up and stopped 50 yards away. The gobbler was drumming and coming in so me and my dad sat still. All at once the does startled and stampeded for some reason. They came straight for us on a flat-out run and didn't see us in our camo ! At the last possible moment my father jabbed the barrel of his model 11 Remington at the leading doe and she jumped over both of us...missing us by inches....hooves slashing the air. I saw her eyes up close and personal...and man were those eyes wide and terrified looking when we moved. (the gobbler hushed and never came in)
