Ouch my leg
It was O dark : thirty and I was sitting against a tree waiting for day brake. I heard a deer come down a hill a ways off and kept geting closer and closer. I heard some grunting so I assume it was a buck. It was pitch dark and I was a little nervous. The deer got so close I thought he was gona step on me. He suddenly took off like a shot blowing all the way. I never saw another one. I guess he smelt me? Did his blowing keep othe deer from comeing around?
Will work for brass.
I apologise in advance for spelling errors.