My dad, brother, and myself headed up to a camp for the first weekend of rifle season when doe came in. My dad hunted Monday, Tuesday, and Friday and only saw two yearlings. I shot a buck in archery and couldn't hunt til Saturday and my brother just got a job out of college and could not take off. We were in our stands about an hour before light and my brother saw a deer around 730. He kept losing it in the thick stuff around him and around 930 he finally got a long shot around 175 yards and took it. He hit it right on the mark and it only went 20 yards.
Right before 11 I decided I would get down and do some still hunting. I unloaded my gun and lowered it to the ground and got everything ready to climb down (climber treestand). As i turned around I heard crashing and it was three doe; one huge, one big, and a smaller one. They stopped at 40 yards and the biggest one looked up at me. I'm kicking myself for not waiting until exactly 11 as I normally would. They start to walk off and I start to pull up my gun. Once I got a shell into the chamber they went behind some thick stuff and I couldn't get a shot. They started to run towards my brother and since he just got one I bleated at them and they stopped. They then ran off towards the area my dad was in. I'm watching them as they are hundreds of yards away as it is thick in front of me and more open behind and just waiting for the shot. As soon as I lost them I heard the shot and knew it was my dad. He took a shot at the biggest one that looked at me earlier. I went over to him and we found it right where he shot it at. It was a hundred yard shot and it was the biggest doe I have ever seen up there.
Even though I didn't get a shot at a doe, it was possibly the best day I have ever had in the woods. I saw a group of 4 doe later and passed because I got my buck and didn't want to take anymore deer out of the area. Congrats to my dad and brother for making good shots and harvesting their deer!