Did you really do that with deer? Cool.
Every chance I got. It took a ton of patience. They were used to my scent because every rye grass stalk had my scent on it from weaving through the fields everyday, but I still needed to sit and meditate for about an hour in the high grass. I couldn’t move or make noise, so my body and mind would just go into itself. Deer are freakishly quiet even when they’re very close, so listening for other clues was important, but the smell gave them away if the wind was right. It’s a very pleasant smell, unlike moose, or some other large animals, but still blatantly gamy.
Looking back, it was kind of mean to do. They would be extremely startled when I popped up, and frightening something for personal pleasure kind of sucks (though it was more just to be among them, not to frighten them).