I remember the first time I had a clover plot inside the woods that was absolutely mowed off by deer. Or so I thought...
When I walked past it the first time, i couldn't contain my excitement, I thought for sure I'd have deer coming by given that I had fresh deer pies in it. So I set up in my stand just away from it. Sure enough, that afternoon, in came walking my deer. It was my dad's 250lb angus calf.